Three day weekends are rude.

They make it to where you can't wait to get the that extra long weekend. Whether it is Thursday afternoon with a free Friday or Friday afternoon with the prospective free Monday coming, either way, there is a bright, shining three days ahead of you that makes you feel like anything is possible.

Then comes the following Monday or Tuesday and you realize that you just came crashing back to reality only to find that your day off meant more work the next day and a lack of sleep that give you such a bad headache, you wish it was 7 a.m. for one of few times in your life, because you know that if you had been a more intelligent person you would have called in sick at 7 rather than be a trooper and go to work.

Good night.

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