Here we are, the 52nd week of the year, a lost week, as I see it. Nothing gets done, no one is around, and we are left with an unseemly and neck-snapping transformation from the Most Wonderful Week of the Year to what I consider The Most Awful.
Don’t agree? I present my case. Here is a countdown of 52 reasons why I hate the 52nd week of the year:
52. Doesn’t it seem as if you’re the only person/company/group working while everyone else is off?