Since it is Monday, though not actually morning any more. (It hasn't been for awhile.) I thought I would dedicate this post to Monday mornings. Something Garfield, office employees, and high school students (generally) hate.
I actually don't have a problem with Monday mornings. You see, I have this inane sense of optimism on Monday that is telling me that the week will be the best week ever. My job will suddenly be amazingly fun, I will not be elbowed getting on or off the train, and I will leave work at the time that I am actually supposed to leave - not an hour later.
Tuesday mornings are the worst for me. Because Tuesday mornings, that optimism is gone. Tuesday morning I already have bruises from elbows, stared at the same spreadsheet for three hours, and left so late I almost missed my train.
Tuesday mornings are the mornings where hope is dead. Wednesdays are okay, though. At that point, you can convince yourself you are already half way through the week and all you need to do is not go crazy.
Also, because it is Monday. I have included a short limerick/lyrics/poem/something I wrote when I was in high school. I must admit it was not based on my own experiences, but on my friends. (Loosely).
She was a ditcher, and Monday mornings were the days she was least likely to show up on time, if at all. Until she started liking a guy in her class, and she would always joke that he was the only reason she came to class. (It might be of interest to note, she did have some crush-stalking tendencies.)
I actually don't have a problem with Monday mornings. You see, I have this inane sense of optimism on Monday that is telling me that the week will be the best week ever. My job will suddenly be amazingly fun, I will not be elbowed getting on or off the train, and I will leave work at the time that I am actually supposed to leave - not an hour later.
Tuesday mornings are the worst for me. Because Tuesday mornings, that optimism is gone. Tuesday morning I already have bruises from elbows, stared at the same spreadsheet for three hours, and left so late I almost missed my train.
Tuesday mornings are the mornings where hope is dead. Wednesdays are okay, though. At that point, you can convince yourself you are already half way through the week and all you need to do is not go crazy.
Also, because it is Monday. I have included a short limerick/lyrics/poem/something I wrote when I was in high school. I must admit it was not based on my own experiences, but on my friends. (Loosely).
She was a ditcher, and Monday mornings were the days she was least likely to show up on time, if at all. Until she started liking a guy in her class, and she would always joke that he was the only reason she came to class. (It might be of interest to note, she did have some crush-stalking tendencies.)
Seven o'clock in the morning
Just want to crawl back into bed
It's just another miserable Monday
Wish I could call in dead
The only thing keeping me going
On this horrible day
Is the thought that I'll see you smiling
And maybe you'll look my way
Oh, you're my high school crush
The unreachable love, just two feet away
I see the back of your head, the back of your chair
Can barely hear what you say
Yet I'm wishing, praying, hoping
That today will be the day
The day you realize, you have eyes for me
So, please make today the very best Monday
How do you feel about Mondays?
What about Tuesdays?
Wednesdays?
Do you really give them that much thought?
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