My biggest fear regarding adulthood is not being able to help but know what day of the week it is.

Well I'm at the countdown of days until I start my new job on the coast. I'll have a much more consistent schedule than I do at my current place of employment, and it will be full-time. I only understand these sorts of 9 to 5 lives in theory, and through what customers tell me at Starbucks. People are always super aware of what day it is, and it's proximity to Friday.  There is always small talk to be made about the day of the week if it's early in the week (aka, "how was your weekend?" or "I've got a case of the Mondays!") or towards the end of the week ("It's almost Friday!" or "Got any big weekend plans?").  The middle of the week, however, is a little tougher. Last Wednesday at least five people coming through the drive-thru made the observation that "It's hump day" with lack of anything better to say as I stood by the window and we both anxiously awaited the arrival of their absurdly expensive beverages. The first person to comment "well...it's humpday..." threw me off, because, for one thing, I didn't know what day it was, and also, I still have the sense of humor of a pre-pubsecent kid who knows much more about sex than they should without actually understanding it.This, as well as my new position on the Outer Banks, inspired me to draw these humpback whales: