It’s not my job, really, that annoys me so. I actually love what I do and the idea that I’m making a difference for those who have no voice. But here I am, in the middle of a Thursday afternoon, driven insane by the people I deal with on a daily basis, just wishing for a time jump like they do in the movies — you know, to move the plot along — so I can just get to the weekend already.
It’s only Wednesday, folks. WEDNESDAY.
Okay, okay, so I have a few quirks. But hey, don’t we all?
I won’t beat around the bush — I hate Mondays. I think we should all just rise up and simply refuse to acknowledge the day. But until that time comes to pass, I have only two stages of what I call “dealing with Monday.” My soulmate, Mr. Bean, understands that very well and shares my ummm…concerns, yes, concerns, over the day.
Stage One is disbelief verging on anger — which is where I am currently.
Stage Two is acceptance which will hit me tomorrow morning as I slide into work.
So, yeah. Mondays. They suck.
It’s only Tuesday, folks. Tuesday. And how is your week going?
It might be from the idiotic or just downright horrible human beings I come across daily in my work or perhaps it will be something as simple as a trip through a grocery store parking lot. But one of these days, I’m going to eyeroll myself into another dimension.
So, yeah. It’s been that kind of a