As much as I dislike Mondays, I’ve never found them to be nearly as difficult as Tuesdays.
a) because Monday morning coffee is the cat’s pajamas
b) because everyone I work with is so tried that they don’t talk to me
c) because any caught-red-handed slacking can be easily justified with a “sorry, it’s Monday; I don’t know where my brain is”
Tuesdays, however, are just miserable things. It’s like popping out of auto-pilot and feeling the full weight of everything. Plus, the ABC’s of Monday are gone. The coffee is good but not GREAT, people want to talk again and there are no excuses for slacking. Monday has a certain edge to it that makes everyone else semi-miserable and since I’m usually Gloomy Gertrude, I benefit from their silent agony; I really do, I’m just going to come right out and say it.
I certainly don’t root for anyone’s misery, I’m just completely burned by this Monday-Friday routine. I like routine things on my own terms, not on payroll terms. Working in an office, truly is like Office Space. When I was young, it was hilarious. As an adult, it is far too realistic. Peter truly is the blue-collar hero.
I’m ready for my Colorado cabin and occupational typewriter with a bottle of whiskey now. I’ve had enough of this 40 hour a week crap.