Saturday: So much better than Sunday


Sunday – day of rest, day of barbecues, day off work, day of sloth.

We have long been conditioned in the West to relish Sunday as a day free from the stresses and headaches and meetings and politics of the usual Monday-Friday grind.

Sunday is a lot like a special offer on beers – buy six get one free.

Except that it’s not.

I would like to argue that Saturday is actually the day we should cherish and enjoy, for one excellent reason: we know we have another one tomorrow.

For all of Sunday’s restful pleasures, they are tarnished with the knowledge, certain, however hard we try to relegate it into our unconscious, that tomorrow it’s all over, this day of lounging and lazing, of doing the stuff we really want to do in life, will be gone, that in 24 hours we’ll be back at work, confined physically and mentally within four dour walls, and that that’s going to last for at least five days until the glories of Sunday return once again.

It’s like cracking open that free beer, anticipating the sparkling fizz as the boozy liquid hits your tongue, only to find you’ve been fobbed off with an insipid, flavorless beer lite freebie.

With Saturday, you get all the pros of Sunday, without that one glaring fact hovering like a giant cloud of doom on the horizon.

Clearly there are historical reasons at play here. Christians, Protestants specifically, turned the Jewish Sabbath from Saturday to Sunday.

I’m not going to debate which it should be – that’s for more Biblically knowledgeable people than me.

But I will state that I’m with the Jews on this one, simply because a day of rest, if you’re doing it properly, should not be lined with the fear of imminent work.

Of course, this applies in a society in which we only get two days off each week, a social abomination if ever there was one.

For those of us not lucky enough to be spending five days a week, 40 hours a day, doing what they believe they were born to do, this is nothing short of slave labor – however “voluntary” it may be.

(Of course it is not voluntary if you want to have any kind of disposable income)

In short let’s all start looking forward to Saturday a bit more, can we? Let’s start planning our barbecues and parties and family occasions and day trips to the beach on Saturday.

There’s nothing better, I find, than doing what you love doing, knowing you can still do it all again tomorrow.



  1. celroid says:

    Imagine working 40 hours a day. I’m glad a day only has 24 hours.

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