Monday Supper Snapple Society: 3-24-14

MonksSadly, it’s not Monks Day.  Still Monday…

I thought I’d shake it up a little today, Modern Philosophers, and trade in the usual Monday Monday Coffee Club post for a Supper Snapple Society one.

Just wanted to see if my perspective on Mondays changed if I told my tale after work rather than right after dragging my lazy butt out of bed.  I’ve had the interns crunching the data for the past hour, and bless their little hearts, they’ve worked so hard to arrive at this conclusion:

Mondays still suck, no matter when I write about them!

As expected, this Monday started off horribly.  It was 2 degrees and -11 with the wind chill when I got out of bed.  The House on the Hill was cold, and I didn’t understand why I had to get out from under my down comforter.

When I got to work, the office was almost as frigid.  Nothing quite makes you hate your workday like the idea of shivering at your desk for eight hours.  I put on my fleece and wrapped myself in a blanket, but despite looking and feeling like a homeless person, I still had to work like someone who had to pay the mortgage on a home.

Then there was the email about the mystery meeting scheduled for 11:30.  Attendance was mandatory, two of the bigwigs from Admin would be there, and that was all the information we were given.  Great way to stress out everyone in the building as wild theories about the reason for the meeting bounced from desk to desk.

Just keep piling on, Monday.

Apparently, it is seriously frowned upon to blow off the Employee of the Month luncheon.  Yeah, that was today, and my supervisor was inundated with emails about why I wasn’t there to enjoy a meal with more of the company’s bigwigs.  In my defense, I was Employee of the Month back in January, so the luncheon kind of slipped my mind.  I remembered it a little, but really didn’t want to go, so I just chased it from my head completely.

MondayBy 12:15, I was ready to give up on the day.  I just didn’t have the energy to continue, and  wanted to go home and take a nap.

Having caused trouble already by missing the lunch, I decided it was probably best for me to not bail.  I stuck it out like a real champ.  When 5:00 finally arrived, I crawled to the time clock because Monday had broken my will and caused me to forget how to walk.

Yeah, my day was that crappy.

My plan for the rest of Monday is simple: hide out inside the friendly confines of The House on the Hill and watch last night’s episodes of The Walking Dead and The Good Wife.  At least Monday is finally good for something.

How was your Monday, Modern Philosophers?  Need to vent?  Want a Snapple?  Feel like coming over and watching the Zombies with me?

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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15 Responses to Monday Supper Snapple Society: 3-24-14

  1. Sorry to hear your Monday was crappy. I never liked starting the week with one. Now that I’m retired, I never know what day it is. Everyday is a holiday. Hope your week improves.
    I am n.o.t. rubbing it in. Just saying. 🙂

  2. ksbeth says:

    aw, yeh, bad mondays are the worst. i’m on break but recovering from a bad cold so mostly relaxing activities this week, which i’m happy to report ) hope tomorrow is better for you austin –

  3. Teela Hart says:

    Oh, wow. At least you could crawl and didn’t require a wheelchair. I really am sorry your day was sh!tty. The Snow Miser is really holding a grudge. I think we should sick Spunky Spring on his unforgiving frozen soul.

  4. I agree, Mondays are rubbish!

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