In my first full-time job out of college, I had a boss named Stanley. It was just the two of us in the office. I was still pretty wet behind the ears, and he was an old school entrepreneur in his mid-70s who didn’t like to take orders and could barely operate a computer. We were a great pair and I adored him.
When we had a particularly busy or crazy period at work, he’d always say, “I don’t want to wish my life away, but I’ll be glad when this week is over.”
Stanley is gone now; he passed away in 2010. And every time I catch myself saying something like “I’ll be glad when this is over,” I stop and think about Stanley.