Monday is restless. The joys of the weekend are still fresh on the tongue as you slink into your cubicle, your open cell. The general sentiment in the office is a little more subdued. The ills from the week before not quite forgotten but they are still distant. As if through a layer of film you see them, the woes of the previous week.
Tuesday is expansive. Having tripped over the issues that are still not resolved from the week before, one stretches into the week, into the madness, into the chaos. Lists are formed, venomous conversations are had in the early morning, and meetings, so many meetings, fill up the space in your calendar from end to end.
Wednesday is fire. Too long to-do lists, expectations that are too high, and conflicting deadlines run rampent. The spirit of chaos is fully awake, alive, and ready to haunt. The disingenuous tenor of roundabout questions slinks from one 6′ x 6′ jail cell to the next as willing servants of chaos try to pin blame on some unsuspecting, sacrificial lamb.
Thursday is hopes dashed. Nearly the end of the week but not yet there. Those hoping to work from home the next day run around with taped-on angels wings setting fires, hoping to send their priorities to the top of daunting to do lists. Servants of the seven sins lurk in every meeting room. They abound in the glorious open office space. Rising up in their personal holding cells to spread the word of incompetent management and berate those departments and individuals that cause them strain. In doing so, they lay more strain at the feet of those individuals that cannot help but hear their vicious sermon. Like lambs to slaughter, the workforce is lined up in an open field, unprotected by both walls and closed in arenas of solace.
Friday is hopeful. Quiet(er) with more room left to breath, for those who do not come in on Fridays have relinquished their hold on the noose of mounting expectations. Their lack of physical presence grants a temporary relief. One stands at the precipice of tasks that are, on the one hand, attached to those who sing the false songs of Armageddon, those looking for personal success and an ego boost. One the other, one faces core tasks that benefit not the one but the whole. Those tasks that are easily pushed aside because they are not glamorous, but when done, have the potential to help set a new course. A course which carries the whole through the great deluge of Noah’s 40 days and nights into a new dawn of possibilities.
If it is Friday, choose wisely.
Caia Rose 