You know what tomorrow is. That’s right, Monday. I hate Mondays, I won’t lie. But at least I have science to back me up on this. And while, as the article states, an argument can be made that all work days are awful in and of themselves, what virtually everyone remembers as being particularly horrible is…all together now…Monday. I think we should just do away with Mondays — as a work day — altogether. Let the work week start at Wednesday — still end on Friday, mind you. I think that could work. Yeah, let’s do that.
Sunday, Funday. Blech. That’s a lie if I ever heard one. It doesn’t seem to matter how many days there are in a weekend — even a 4-day weekend like we just had — every Sunday there is still this mad dash to get my
shit life together in like 12 hours. I blame Monday.
It’s that time on Sunday when the realization that Monday is almost here rears its ugly head. How very disappointing that it continues to arrive week after week after week. You’d think we would’ve figured out a way to stop it by now.
Even the incomparable Betty White knows…
I wanted to reward myself after a long week and then I realized — it’s only Monday. And how was YOUR day?
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.