Who Decided Monday Was in Charge, Anyway?
A Modest Proposal for Civilized Society
Well now,
Here we are again, nose-to-nose with that most dreadful beast: Monday.
Nobody likes it. Nobody asked for it. And yet, like a mosquito at a picnic, it returns—week after week—uninvited, unwelcome, and humming with menace.
Who, we ask, was the great calendar tyrant who decided this should be the day to kick off our noble human efforts? Was it some ancient Roman with a grudge? A medieval monk in a bad mood? Or perhaps just an overachiever who thought, “You know what would be fun? Stress.”
Let us be clear: Monday has a bad reputation, and it’s earned every syllable of it.
• Productivity? Debatable.
• Mood? Questionable.
• Coffee consumption? Dangerous.
So we ask you, dear reader: Why must it be Monday?
In a world where people put pineapple on pizza, surely we have the courage to question anything—including the First Day of the Week.
Alternatives for your consideration:
• Wednesday: It’s already halfway ruined, might as well start there.
• Friday: Everyone loves her—maybe she deserves the honor.
• Sunday at Noon: A gentle start, brunch included.
• Someday: That vague, dreamy promise we keep giving ourselves.
Should we take a vote? Let the people decide. Let us rise, united, and shout to the heavens: “No more Mondays!” (or at least move it to the back of the line where it belongs).
And with that,
Happy [Your Choice] Day.
Make it count. Or at least make it tolerable.
Yours in defiance of arbitrary structure,
Julie Bolejack, MBA
