Monday,
Monday, can’t trust that day

Monday,
Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way

The Mamas & the Papas had some great hits.  On the first day of the work week, I
sometimes think of their song “Monday, Monday” even now that I’m mostly retired
and one day is just about the same as the next for me.  For most of my life, I was fortunate to have
work that I enjoyed doing.  Monday wasn’t
a day to dread; it was a day to hop out of bed and whistle while I dressed to
deal with whatever the day threw at me.  It was a day to thrive at something that I did well, something that
produced positive and worthwhile results.  But I realize that, to so many people, their job is a drag and Monday
means the end of their weekend.

Every
other day, every other day

Every
other day of the week is fine, yeah

But
whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes

A
– you can find me cryin’ all the time

It doesn’t matter what one’s job is particularly, as
long as it is something that you enjoy doing.  In the hilarious film “Office Space,” the protagonist abhors his job and
the company for which he works.  He sits
in a cubby hole at a computer all day.  At the end of the movie, he is working outside, cleaning up debris with
a shovel, wearing a hard hat and a big grin.  So it is not the so-called importance or significance of what one does,
but the feeling of satisfaction it gives back. 

But
Monday mornin’, Monday mornin’, couldn’t guarantee

That
Monday evenin’ you would still be here with me.

Then there’s Fats Domino’s hit from the Fifties, “Blue
Monday.” 

Blue
Monday, how I hate blue Monday

Got
me workin’ like a dog all day

Then he goes on to bemoan the rest of the hard
working week as well…

Til
Friday I get paid

Fats was singing about the first of the two kinds of
work described by Bertrand Russell, who said:  “Work is of two kinds: first, altering the
position of matter at or near the earth’s surface relative to other matter;
second, telling other people to do so.”