Monday, November 10, 2008
Mondays have always been my Sundays
Sunday....the day of rest? Well, maybe for you and about 15 million other people. Not I, said the rat.
I've never really took it easy on the last day of the week (or first, depending how you configure Outlook, ba-dum-bum!). This is mainly because of the time difference between Guam and the States, so you'll still find me chugging along on the Sabbath, trying to ply my trade and capitalize on capitalism, appealing to the much larger and much more lucrative mainland market while they're still at it.
Being a sportswriter, Sundays on Guam are college football time for the States, so I'm up all day taking notes, watching games and doing ad hoc analysis. When I got involved with church, Sundays were filled with activity. Then in my grad school years, I'd work like a madman on papers, research and projects on Sundays.
So Mondays are my day to slow down. I grab some fast food, watch SportsCenter about 3 times back to back, and just veg.
The whole point of this diatribe? Nothing, really. I'm here at work, but not quite. I'm basically saying don't bother me today...I'm resting.
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