Monday. How can one word be so painful? I don’t care who you are, or how much you love your job, Mondays suck. If you got to bed on Sunday and wake up the next morning thinking “Damn, I’m excited to start this long and arduous work week!” You should be committed. I’m sure somewhere in the world, something decent happens on a Monday. But generally, Monday is not worth the effort of getting up and stumbling to the coffee machine.
I vote to reverse the work week. Two days of working and five day weekend. I could probably get most of my work done in those two days (if I took uppers). This is why I should be president.
Initially, I thought to totally obliterate Monday from the week. Of course then Tuesday becomes the stand-in for Monday and would need to be removed. And on we go until we have a seven day weekend. While I’d love this, it’s probably not the most practical for an already struggling economy. As president, I have to think of these things too.
There really is no cure for a Monday.
(It was my full intention to have a cutesy photo accompanying this post, but after Google Image searching “monday” I just can’t in good faith include one. There are way too many sad kittens and sleeping puppies associated with a Monday. Also, cropped sweaters and olive stew.)
