Wednesday. Hump Day.
It’s the middle of the week, which means you’re halfway through work, but you still have a whole half week of work in front of you.
Mornings like this need a steamy cup of Schadenfreude to send you screaming like a Viking berserker into the office for three more days, charging through expense reports or pouring mounds of sawdust on that kid’s puke.
(Schadenfreude is perfect for any economic class.)
Or perhaps you’re an almost-forgotten living campaign slogan that annoyed America for a whole month, contributing to the loss of your candidate. Now that the election’s over, you might try anything to get the country’s attention again, like trying to distance yourself from that loser.
Of course that’s not you. Nobody wants to be Joe the Plumber. (He should probably get back to work, you know, in plumbing, like a good taxpaying American.)
Mm, Schadenfreude: make it every morning’s shameful joy.