And so, Day Off became Day On. “Getting things done” was now my self-imposed goal

Wednesday is my day off.

I’m a fair and reliable worker who’s been at the same job for ten years. I don’t do Water Cooler Conversations, and I’m (hopefully) viewed as an asset. That’s why I think my boss granted me this weekly day off.

It was a biggie, but a bonus I readily anticipated. Heading out to work on Wednesdays was no longer on the day’s schedule. Getting breakfast from my sister with a handwritten note welcoming me to the club totally was. (Yup, Wednesdays are also her day off.)

Wednesday is a good day. It’s not Monday or Tuesday, which are too close to the beginning of the week. It’s not Thursday, a day I have to get cooking done. Or Friday, when I have to transform the house into Shabbos mode.

But I wasn’t prepared for the comments: “So you’re gonna be able to get things done in style! What are you going to accomplish?” and “What are you going to do on your day off?”

Huh? It’s my Day Off! I’m supposed to do something?

But that’s what everyone said, and I’m a classic follow-the-leader sort. I was always an obedient and conscientious student, which morphed into me becoming a good worker, and I learned early on that one doesn’t go wrong by following rules.

And so, Day Off became Day On. “Getting things done” was now my self-imposed goal.