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I hate Mondays.
I mean that I loathe, despise, abhor, and generally detest Mondays.
As a twenty-eight-year local government employee rapidly approaching the past seventeen working for the same city, I have spent quite a lot of Mondays at work serving as a warrant clerk (arrest warrants, not draws on funds), adult probation officer, economic development coordinator, and economic development director.
Should we want to know about how many Mondays, a decent approximation would be to multiply twenty-eight by fifty-two and subtract about ten per year based on holidays and vacation days, as I prefer to take Mondays off when I take one day off in a week.
When you multiply forty-two by twenty-eight, you arrive at nearly 1,200 Mondays that I have trudged off to work, often lamenting my lot in life and not having made something more of myself.
Like millions of other employees, over weekends I am generally more content and relaxed. My mind races with possibilities and scenarios for launching businesses, writing books, making bold investments, and generally becoming what one of the thousands of books that I have read, the Weekend Millionaire Mindset by Mike Sumney, suggests. Someone who utilizes weekends to strive for financial independence.
