Weekend Blues

It is official. I hate weekends. By definition, weekends are supposed to be the end of the week, a time for rest/relaxation. But it hardly ever is that. Take this weekend for instance. I had an assignment to complete on Friday evening, followed by non-stop cramming (a little exaggeration never hurts) for a written exam on Saturday evening, then the actual process of having to listen to some executive talk about the great company he is here to represent, before putting us through the ordeal of answering a hundred questions in 60 minutes, getting selected for an interview, wasting all Sunday morning outside the interview room, the entire afternoon spent waiting for the results... finally being rejected (that last word makes the rest of the paragraph unnecessary :)). The end result is that I feel more exhausted just before the beginning of a week than at the end.
But identifying and defining the problem does not bring one any closer to the solution. It wouldn't be practical to live without weekends because we'd have nothing to look forward to during a long boring week. (Sigh) Well, life goes on....till the next weekend....