It was a Smiths song
I have a nine-to-five, Monday-through-Friday type of office job.
However, this week I had to take off Tuesday and Thursday, for childcare reasons. So, I only worked Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
The mornings were bad, because it was like having three Mondays that week: I stayed up late the night before, trying to prolong my day off -- and when I was at work I kept reminiscing about all the productive things I'd done on my day off.
BUT -- once the afternoon hit, it was like having three Fridays in one week -- with all the hope and optimism that a Friday will bring.
What this taught me is that when (not "if") I win one of the big lotteries, I'd work two adjacent days each week, rather than split them.