I both love and hate Wednesdays.
On the one hand, they are good because it marks the middle of the week. Only two more days to go and the weekend is here.
On the other hand, Wednesdays also serve as the day that meetings should be held. I usually have one at 9 am and another at 1:30 pm. The meetings rarely touch on anything that impacts me. The 9 am meeting generally lasts an hour and a half, has no real agenda, and often doesn't end when it is supposed to. It is inherently evil and must be destroyed.
The 1:30 pm meeting is almost as evil, but only to a lesser degree. I'm forced to attend this meeting with people I very rarely interact with. What's really comical is that now, almost a year into this job, it's clear to me that I have not been accepted as "part of the team." So, this meeting, while usually short and very brief, is still an exercise in tolerance on my behalf.
My wife is on her usual, "Let's watch American Idol" kick again this year. I tried to watch. A few parts were kind of funny and all, but . . . it's just not reaching me this time around.
Luckily the kids want to play Habbo. My daughter's laptop has completely and utterly died. It was a slow, miserable death that only Toshiba can deliver. This was a most excellent diversion, however. 
