I'm your standard 9-to-5-er, except it's 8-to-5, with 8-to-1 on a Friday, and of the typical type who hates work and only does it as an unfortunate life necessity that we're stuck with for 40-50 years where we only enjoy 2 days out of 7 (bah). Basically this means:

Monday: Hate. Whole working week ahead, and still tired because my ageing body can no longer shrug off weekend drinking and kind of needs double the sleep (which I don't give it) for days I've had more than a couple of pints.

Tuesday: Also hate, because being 1 day into the week never feels like as much progress as it should.

Wednesday: Like, much better, I'm half way now!

Thursday: Almost there, it's "Friday Eve", woohoo! After this, only a half day to go!

Friday: BEST DAY, because after 1pm, the day is my own to do what I want with. I used to get a pizza involved, but that wasn't so good for my weight. Kind of a shame as I loved the magic of an evening indoors watching TV with 4 bottled ales and a pizza. However, it's still best day.

Saturday: Second best day and also excellent, but with an expectation of socialising on the evening. Usually this is good, because yay! Friends! But I do get a guilty pleasure from being a loner on Fridays :P (And I socialise online)

Sunday: Yah boo... a very mixed day. Positive in that I get some more free time. Negative in that I have to tone down the drinking so that I'm not dead to the world on Monday, have to iron a formal shirt and trousers for work (I hate ironing), and kind of expected to go to a quiz that I don't know any answers to. Then all that's left to look forward to is Monday.