I love Monday mornings.
I didn't always love them. In fact, there was a time, when I dreaded them. When I was in school, Mondays meant the end of the weekend. When I was in University, Mondays meant getting up early, sitting in on another boring week of lectures. And when I did my internships at banks, consultancies and auditing companies (I shiver at the thought of working for the man again) Monday's meant the start of a hardcore grind, staying in offices until late at night and basically having life pass me by…until Friday evening, when the offices released all it's busy working bees from self inflicted captivity into freedom, until the next Monday morning.
As a matter of fact…sometimes I dreaded Monday mornings so much, that Friday's, although I still had to get up early and work, were my favourite days, just because the weekend was close but Monday mornings were still almost three days away.
That's how bad it was.