Thank God It's Thursday

Thank God it's Thursday... Just one more day, and it will be Saturday.

I just feel so good thinking that it's Thursday... It is just for one simple reason: The following day is Friday... I just do not want to say TGIF... and if it is Friday, then it spells REST for someone who is hardworking as I. It is then, on that Friday night when I could make plans for Saturday...

It may sound so lame but come to think of it, when Thursday comes, I know that it will soon be Saturday and each minute that passes by, will make me more excited to think about my big plans for Saturday. When Friday comes, the excitement builds up and just before I sleep that night (if ever I could sleep, thinking about the exciting Saturday) I would mentally note the details of Saturday... This makes me happy...

Happiness for me need not be one big event. I still believe that one happy thought could make my day. Each little happiness that comes my way is enough to change my outlook for each moment. And because of this, I tend to make all the people I meet each day, happy.

I have been trying my best to make sure that whenever a person comes to see me, I see to it that this person leaves with a smile on his face. (This does not happen though, all the time, that is why I keep trying.)

In the kind of work I am involved in, I get to meet all sorts of people --- Some over-eager to please, some so nice and so sweet, some just truly friendly. The kind of person I do not need to meet in a day is the one who is so full of himself, bossy, pretentious and "fake". Some people come to me with a smile. They come into my office armed with all the nice words that flatter... They, then, make a request. At times, unreasonable requests... and when I say no and try to explain why I could not grant the request, they create a scene, shout invectives... malign... and even threaten me... well, to these kind of persons, I just think about this: To be harassed and not to seek for revenge...

Well, at times, it works... but at times, I doesn't. So I also show them the kind of stuff I am made of... I give them a dose of their own bitter medicine... I thought I felt vindicated... for a while, I thought I was happy... BUT if I were happy, why was I not smiling? why was I trembling, with hands curled into fists...

In the end, I end up feeling so bad... so pissed... so damn depressed.

At the end of the day, I reflect on that experience and tell myself: I'd rather think about the little things that make me happy, the short moments that make me smile... and one of them is Thursday... So I look up and thank the Lord for it is Thursday and just one more day, It will be Saturday.