Thursday Toastings

Yesterday, while I was sitting at my computer, I smelled something familiar. It was the scent of freedom, relaxation, and the WEEKEND. I immediately felt happy. "It's Friday!" went through my head. A minute later, I realized what had happened. Someone had toasted a bagel on a Thursday. Now, I do not know where the culprit got this bagel, or why he or she thought it would be a good idea to consume one on any day that is not Friday, but as soon as I realized that it was, in fact, Thursday, and not Friday, I felt conflicted. First, I felt anger. Anger toward the person who had toasted the bagel. I then felt angry with myself. How could I be so naive? Of course it was not Friday. I then felt angry with the company. They had actually trained me to associate bagels with Fridays. Of course, this is not the worst thing that could ever happen to me, but still. We're talking about principles here, bagel principles. I then felt sadness. I was not going to be getting a bagel AND I had to wake up the next morning at 5:30. There was no sleep and no bagel. Great. The only glimmer of hope that I felt was the fact that the next day I would be getting my bagel, and I would treasure it.