Have you noticed that Monday seems to get a bad rap for being the worse day of the week? People seems to hate Monday. When you go back to work after the weekend, you find lots of work needed to get done. It’s like when you come back from vacation and the first day back is very hectic.

When the alarm clock wakes you up on Monday morning from a deep sleep, you wish it was still Sunday. When you get to work on Monday, you will find a mess of work needed to get done as you get started. Sometimes, you may want to turn around and go back home. You know that it sure is Monday by the extra workload.

You wake up dog tired , beaten down from a wild weekend. You drink your coffee just to wake up. You make it through the day by the skin of your teeth after all the extra work you had.

Then come Tuesday; which is known as “Taco Tuesday.” Businesses have advertised tacos on Tuesday at least 1933. The first known use of the phrase “Taco Tuesday” was in 1968. Usually on Taco Tuesday, you can get 2 for 1. This is to help your week goes better.

By the time Wednesday comes around, it’s known as “Hump Day.” “Hump Day” is a slang term for Wednesday, referring to it as the middle point of the standard 5-day workweek. The name comes from the idea of climbing over a metaphorical “hump” on this day, meaning that once you get past Wednesday, the rest of the week is downhill toward the weekend. The symbol for “hump day” is a camel.

Then when Thursday comes around, it’s known as “Thirsty Thursday.” “Thirsty Thursday is a pseudo-holiday celebrated on Thursdays, involving drinking alcohol and partying. As though we need another reason to drink alcohol. By Thursday, after a rough week at work, you’re ready for a drink to relax.

As Alan Jackson sang, “It’s 5:00 somewhere.” I mean there’s a reason why we drink.

Now for the best day of the week. Can I get a drum roll please? Can I get an Amen too? That day goes to Friday. Some people would even works half day on Friday. When Friday rolls around, we say, “It’s finally Friday.” We would say, “Thank God it’s Friday (TGIF)”

It’s finally Friday, I’m free again. I’m ready for a wild weekend. Yet, by Monday, I’ll be hurting with my head in a vice. Tuesday, I’ll be wondering if I’ll ever survive. Wednesday and Thursday, I’ll be slowly tuning in.

This all leads to working for the weekends. It’s called “working for a living.” We all got to do it. Ever since Adam and Eve sinned against God, it has been our curse for our disobedience. We work from dawn to dusk, making a living. We can’t avoid working. We all have to pay taxes and we all will die. Until then we have to work 9 to 5 just to make a living. We looks forward to retirement; so we can possibly relax a little. Yet, even when you’re retired, you are still busy doing some kind of work to remain active; so you don’t wither away and die.

Now to get a little serious here. It seems that some will do what they can to get out of working. They would rather either get help from the government or their parents; just to avoid hard work. One thing the Pandemic did was: those who could retire, retired; and the younger generation wasn’t up to par to pick get out and actually work, doing hard labor.

It scares me to think that these younger generation will be taking care of us as we get older and God forbids ends up in a nursing home. Our cane will become our weapons. They would rather be on their smartphones than do actual work. You see a lot of them on their phones when they should actually be working.

The baby boomer and Generation X are the best generation with a good work ethic. I had my first job when I was 13 years old. I’ll never forget when my mother told me, that I was getting a summer job. My first job was picking berries at Grandrude’s Fruit Farm; which was near our farm. The first time I paid into Social Security was when I was 14 and in the 8th grade. I gave up my study hall to worked in the school cafeteria. It meant that my math grades went downhill though; because the study hall teacher I had also taught senior math, and he actually explained the math problems better than my 8th grade math teacher.

Some teenagers would wait until they were 16 to get a part time job, and some would wait until they were 18 and on their own. When I got my first job, it wasn’t because our family needed the money. It was to teach us the values of hard work and actually making money. We were taught good work ethic. It seems that young people today doesn’t have that good work ethic.

The ones that do have good work ethic are the ones who worked on a farm or the parents are either low-income or Christian parents who want to do the right thing to teach their kids the values of hard work and good work ethic. Usually they are from small town with small town values.

Parents who doesn’t make their kids get out and work, making a living between 13 and 16, are doing them injustice. They are creating them to have an entitlement issues. They feels that they are entitled to things by not working as hard as their parents and/or grandparents.

To all those who is getting assistance from the government with food stamps and such, I say, “Get A Job!” Get off your fanny and off your phone; and do some actual work for a change. Life is no bed of roses.

We work to make a living. We look forward to retirement; so that life can slow down a little before we die. We may hate Monday but at least we have a reason to hate Monday.

If they actually was out working, they wouldn’t have time to riot against authority. They would be too tired to do so. Hard work never hurt anyone!

This may started out as a light-hearted blog; but I got serious to make a point.