Thursday represents the ultimate downhill of the week when you are trapped in the dirty rat race. After getting over the Midweek Beer high, you realise you are not even close to attaining work-free nirvana.
You then spend this day miserably counting down to 6pm. Watching the clock hand going from 5.59 to 6 has never felt so gloriously euphoric. Why, this marks the arrival of Friday and most importantly, the weekend. Obviously.
5.59pm on a Thursday = agony