It’s the weeeeeeeekend!
What I am about to say might shock you: There was a time when Howard Stern was funny.
True, before he just went to TnA as his entire schtick, he used to ridicule a wide array of things. This was the ’80s and he was stomping all over the New York City metro market. One of my favorite bits was on Fridays when he made fun of other rock radio stations. That was when other radio jocks would go full idiot on the theme of “It’s Friday – Life is Worth Living Again for Two Days!”
Howard morphed this into a standard answer for any tragedy, tiny to the most horrific – “Who Cares? It’s the Weeeeeeeeeeeekend!” You have to hear it in an FM DJ voice. Well, maybe you had to be there.
I used to work with someone who would say, pretty much every week, “Hey, Steve, it’s Friday! Aren’t you psyched?” And I would trot out my joke that I was sad to be leaving everybody for two days and I was looking forward to Monday.
But that had me thinking again, as Howard got me thinking all those years ago. (OK, I just realized that was about 30 years ago and I’m little rattled.) What is it we’re doing with our lives if we are suffering through 5/7ths of our lives just to get to the 2/7ths that make it worth living? It’s sort of the weekly version of New Year’s Eve. We wait to have the time of our lives in that one night that will sum up the past year and propel us into a glorious new year. I don’t know about you, but it never worked out that way for me.
Weekends are fine things and I am all in favor of having them, but if we are delaying the good times, the family togetherness and all that until those few hours, aren’t we cheating ourselves out of the rest of our lives? Don’t our kids, spouses, friends and communities warrant more than that? Now is what we have. Tonight is what we have.
Also, don’t our colleagues, clients and our working selves mean more than that? We spend most of our waking hours at work. Is it any way to live to dread every morning and then project that loathing onto the next person we see?
The first editor I worked for said he loved to come to work. He was most alive in a newsroom in the throes of a big story and he couldn’t wait to get there. As he drove in, he could see the sad and mad faces behind all those other steering wheels. But for him, every day was a gift.
Many of the agents and advisors I know also love what they do. They tend to be “people people” who like to help. Along with helping families protect what they love, many agents enjoy the thrill of the sales process. They just radiate happiness, come Friday or Monday.
So, to all of you out there about to Rock This Weekend, I raise a mug of coffee and say, “Only Two Days until MONDAAAAAAAAAAAAY!”