Days of the week all have their cache.
Some are living for Fridays.
Others work for the weekend.
Monday jokes at the office?
They are about as cleaver as coffee jokes.
Just thinking about cliche Monday jokes makes me want to kick a puppy.
Don’t make cliche Monday jokes if you like puppies.
Really.
Once upon a time when I worked as an arts educator, the entire arts department of ten teachers all loved Wednesdays.
Well.
They claimed to love Wednesday nights.
Wednesday, or ‘hump day’ was a day for humping.
This was discussed every Thursday morning in the arts office.
In fact, these teachers had a contest. The teacher who reported getting laid the most during the year won a prize.
Yes they kept track.
Yes there was a bar graph.
No, the students didn’t know about it.
I use the word ‘reported’ because no proof in the form of photographs, video or used prophylactics was required. A kind of ‘orgasm honour system’ was in place.
While at that school teachers were dropping a load on Wednesday night, my Wednesday…
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