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.”
He’s 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.