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Why Tuesdays Suck
Hey, Science, I'm feeling kind of down. Any idea why? "According to researchers from the London School of Economics, our moods are at their brightest on Saturday, with the weekend feelgood factor continuing into Sunday. But while levels of contentment drop when the working week begins on Monday, it is on Tuesday that we reach our lowest ebb."
I guess I'll buy it. I mean, MOST days of the week are pretty miserable, we may as well identify the worst one. (Related: This study was conducted with an iPhone app, which for some reason adds to my depression.) Hopefully the asteroid will kill us all and put an end to this misery. Bite me, Tuesday.
They finally hung a name on it.
Tuesdays tend to be my most productive work days, which is the ultimate indicator of their uselessness for any other purpose.
But Sundays suck the most, because it means that Tuesday is two days away. Broken study.
Awww, I love Sundays and I really wish you would stop shamesnarking them.
garge's personal history of being cross with Sunday:
*pre-K: forced to eat eggs and go to church on Sunday (wearing a dress!)
*K-12: traversed eggs, but had severe Sunday anxiety about school
*2003-04: had to serve the brunch crowd as a waitress; senior citizens, "separate checks and where's my Buckeye discount, and half-decaf/half-regular please" (please pick one, no I will not microwave your straight-out-of-the-steaming-pot coffee)
*recent history: work on Sundays, latent Sunday anxieties, general depression that I refer to as "Sunday Syndrome"
Things I have enjoyed about Sunday, past to present: macaroni and cheese day, new x-files episodes, laundry. Also, I tend to eat asparagus on Sundays, so there's that.
There it is, full disclosure.
So wait, you've got something against eggs too?
You are too right on Sunday Syndrome. Vague distress beginning in the morning followed by an increasing sense of doom peaking at 4pm when you realize the day is essentially over.
@garge. Sing it, sister. I got dumped on Sunday. 10/10/10 – Tuna's unluckiest day ever.
Also, I cannot support your egg hate unless it is confined to poached eggs and eggs Benedict, or any egg dish containing peppers and/or onions.
@boy: Eggs are revolting. I'm with her on that.
@tuna: sadsie face.
@all: How about everyone come over to my house on Sundays and pig pile in my bed while I make coffee and cupcakes? Because that's pretty much how we define 'Sunday morning' in the justsayjolie household. But one of you will have to braid my hair and tell my I'm pretty. (Actually don't tell me I'm pretty. It annoys me.)
@boy: au contraire; I have since assumed the Korean tendency of putting a fried egg on top of everything.
@scrolly: EXACTLY!!
@Tuna: this makes me very angry, that a fool would dump a catch like you, so much so that I will slap him with a prime cut of meat if the perp was that vegetarian I were given an address–
@Tuna: awww, sorry. xoxo
@garge: you seem stressed. I think this means we need another Boston Bawlers outing. Tuna, you should come up and drown your sorrows!
Also scroll_lock, see: the month of August
@everyone in this thread: *call me
Sundays are great. Brunch! Football! Bloody Mary! Couch!
What's not to love?
@tuna via bittersweet: True fact. I've got a beer with your name on it. Not literally. Tuna beer is gross.
@garge, scroll, and jolie: Sundays are eggs-cellent. That is all.
@Bittersweet: you have noooooh idea (see dog photo, previously), yes and yes
@jolie: I was going to say that I imagine your duvet to smell like lavender, but then I realized that sounds creepy instead of homey, so I will just mention my position on coffee and cupcakes: PRO
@jolie: Your desire not to be called "pretty" and my high school French are fighting like mad in the "things I am unlikely to remember" section of my brain.
@everybody: Aww, thanks everybody! To drown my sorrows I am going to see the hell out of that Blue Valentine movie. I plan on taking a box of wine and box of tissues to my nearest independent movie theater and watching it over and over until they kick me out. Who's in?
@garge: The bedlinens did smell like lavender for a spell there until I realized I was allergic to the fancy pantsie detergent I was using. 'Twas a sad, sad day when I had to hand that half-used bottle of Mrs. Meyer's over to the gay fellow in my life.
@garge: Oh, I know all about August and Everything After.
@everybody: I'm feeling better just imagining all of us sitting on Jolie's non-lavendar-scented bed, braiding each other's hair and eating cupcakes. Yaysies!
@Tuna- I'm in for going out provided we go in through the out door.
Whatever.
Jerk off.
You should really get that left ye checked out, Alex.
I think his ye looks rheumye.
DAMN IT.
Jolieezie you genius, you done it again!
[Note: While the person working under this avatar routinely admires the remarks of the person responded to, Donuts Quiz Chairman does not actually know Jolie. Just making 'Ye reference.]
Tuesdays are the Februarys of the week. You are just treading water until Wednesday/March.
Hence all the suicides at TGIFebruary's.
Thank God It's Final.
Okay, except since Monday was a holiday (of sorts!) if you didn't have to work on Monday, does that make Wednesday the new Tuesday, and therefore the worst day of the week? Or does Tuesday permanently suck regardless, like a fixed point in space and time?
Are you saying that there are two Tuesdays this week? Cmon!
I think Tuesday is always the day three days away from the next weekend, so you would only experience Tuesday-displacement if, for example, you had Friday off, in which case Monday would become Tuesday.
@Miles: But Sunday becomes my Manic Monday, whens gonna be my fun day? My I don't have to run day?
@STC: You're mad because it takes you so long just to figure out what you're gonna wear.
Maybe it was a holiday in THE DISTRICT OF SOCIALISM, but in rill america we had to work.
Miles is correct.
Now I know why people say "see you next Tuesday."
Erykah Badu says see you next lifetime.
I'm submitting a hate addendum to this post for anyone who pronounces the day "CHOOOSdee".
Also, Tuesday is the day that the hamburger bills come in.
Damn that's funny.
Are you glad on that day?
But the saddest day of the year, it does not fall on a Tuesday.
Part of the problem is that dislike for Mondays gets more press. If you don't like Mondays, you might shoot the whole day down. If you don't like Tuesdays, you may only feel entitled to rough it up a little bit.
Looks like someone's got a case of the Tuesdays.
Sundays as a kid = rain, slight headache, being wrapped in an afghan on the couch, whinier Steely Dan on radio, particularly "Ricky Don't Lose that Number," school tomorrow.
Sundays as an adult = mean reds, school [work] tomorrow. Pro tip: My pal combats reds in season w. mulled wine.
@Balk self-portrait: looks like you need a haircut.
He's looking a lot like Nero. Nero with irresponsible sex hair?