I came to this conclusion the other day. Saturday isn't so great either, because you know the next day is Sunday. I would love to not think this way, because it's the freaking weekend* and almost as soon as the work week is over on Friday, I'm already dreading Monday. That's not really a great way to live, but Sunday just sucks so damn bad. Most of it stems from knowing there's five days of waking up at 5:30 AM ahead of me, instead of sleeping in til 8. I love how getting up at 8 is "sleeping in" now. It used to be noon. Ah, those were the days.
Maybe when I finally get a hang of this job I can stop dreading the week. I'm so afraid I'll make awful mistakes, because I actually have a decently important gaggle of tasks that could throw things off for entire departments. And I know I can do everything. I'm just still in the "unbelievable masses of information sorting itself out in my brain" phase. But that's ok. I'm a quick learner, and I have Dave Grohl's happy face to get me through the tough spots.
*...baby I'ma bout ta have me some funnn