It is a lucky person that gets to go to work, has a job and is paid money into an account at the end of each week or month or whatever the pay-cycle is; a lucky person indeed. After the grunt-work for the day is done the rest is gravy, you take your fancy clothes off, put your trackies (back) on and you pretend to read the magazines in the piles, or you reach for a book. You make a meal, take a look through your records, watch a silly old film, fall asleep on the couch – maybe make it to bed. Where you’re always dreaming of late Friday afternoon. After which, Sunday arrives far too soon. And the dread kicks in that you need to be ready to do it again. But the dread isn’t real and it can’t last – not when you’ve seen the other version:
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Sounds Good! to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.