it is a day with no name.
Even though I know tomorrow it’s saturday, ever since I’m an intern it doesn’t matter. Every day is the same, same activities, same work, same waking up at 4:30 in the morning.
Before internship, I used to think weekends were too short, and on friday I was already complaining about how close Monday was.
I have a weekend off NEXT week. I think I’ve never been happier!
How important a weekend has become, it’s unbelievable. 2 days of delicious resting, waking up late to a homemade breakfast -or the idea of it because nobody here cooks, and just own your time the whole day. Priceless.
The good side of having no weekends: There are no Mondays either.
EDIT: OMG! I realized I just made the tittle of my last post a false statement!