A hintof a smile plays at my lips as I sniffle, his name on my screen instantly making me feel better. Without giving it another thought, I open Will’s email as I sit in the corner of the sample closet, in the dark, hidden behind pounds of luxurious, responsibly manufactured, materials.
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Subject: A case of the Tuesdays
Dear Bridge,
I’m currently writing this email while in a “very important” meeting. I’m supposed to be taking notes, but I swear to god I cannot stand another minute of having the same conversations over and over again. My brain is fried and my soul close to being wiped out so I figured I’d do something I enjoy and email you, my friend (pen pal? Vendor? Who knows), and tell you all about my day instead.
I can vent to you, can’t I, Bridge?
Anyway. Here goes:
I hate Tuesdays. I hate Tuesdays with a passion. And I know what you’re going to say: “Don’t you mean Mondays?” And I will wholeheartedly reply with a “hell no.”
Mondays are glorious days that offer us a fresh start. The opportunity to start the week off better than we did the one before—an unlikely POV that someone as negative as myself would have. But it’s true, nonetheless. I love Mondays because they’re all about starting off strong.
Tuesdays,however… Tuesdays have a nasty habit of knocking all the optimism you gathered on Monday right out of you if you’re not careful. You started the week off the day before by making a plan, organizing yourself, only to have Tuesday meetings pop up to fuck up your life. Why are Tuesday meetings almost always filled with bad news? Granted, it’s not every time, but when they are, it’s disheartening.
Like today’s most recent meeting—the one I’m currently in—where our finance department is making what I believe are really dumb fucking decisions, but I can’t say anything about it because I answer to some all powerful force here that will not take my disagreeing with him too kindly. Retaliation tends to be the name of the game around these parts of town, and I don’t consider myself to be a masochist—or a sadist for that matter.
(Not that I kink shame. We all have ourthing. I’d ask you what yours is, but not sure if we’re at that point in our friendship yet. Do let me know when we are, though.)
So, here I am. About to lose my mind as I see a group of people make decisions that are best for themselves and not our consumer or shareholders, and I can’t do anything about it. All I can do is channel my new friend Bridget and try to find the good—that silver lining—which is that today is one less day I have to work at this damn company. And hopefully next Monday will set the tone for a better week.
Tell me about your day. It’s bound to be better than mine.
- Will
PS. Will accept any other cute goat or animal videos you have that may cheer me up. :)
A wet laughbursts through me as I scroll through his message once again. Maybe a cute animal video will cheer the both of us up.
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Subject: Re: A case of the Tuesdays
Will,
How irresponsible of you to fake work! I’m appalled (LOL). If only I could do the same.
I’m honored, however, that you’ve been thinking of channeling me today—I keep telling you that focusing on the bright side will make you a happier person. Manifest the life you want! It hasn’t fully worked for me yet, but I’m hopeful. Plus, life could be way worse! Focusing on the silver lining sometimes is the best way to keep going when things are hard.
In the spirit of remaining positive, today has beeninteresting. There’s a growth opportunity at work, so that’s good! Also, I wore my new (old) vintage dress that I found on eBay to work today and felt like a million bucks! If a million bucks were a cashmere dress from the seventies with a high, yet still professional, slit and a flared collar that cost me $25. It had a few snags, but I managed to sew them up and revamped it with some delicate beading and it looks great.
So you can see, all good things.
And as requested, here’s a link to another video—this one’s about a German shepherd and a black cat and how they travel all over the world camping in these amazing places with their human parents and are best friends who cuddle in the woods and stuff.
- Bridget
Once I hit send,I stand, run my fingers through my hair, and wipe the tears from my cheeks. Time to head out to the bathroom and get myself cleaned up before going back to work. But as I reach for the door, my phone vibrates once more.
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