Monday Morning, You Sure Look Fine
Well, Monday, so far you’re doing pretty good. You’ve ushered in a full week of no-camp and no-school in my house with an extended laze in bed watching cartoons, followed by the promise of breakfast out… as soon as we feel like getting out of our pajamas.
But Monday… we have a lot of history together. And frankly, a lot of us think you’re a good-for-nothing slacker, a clock-watcher, an excuse-maker, and a lot worse. Still, last Monday you really wowed us with your completely adequate performance. Do you have an encore in you? Let’s vote and find out.
Well, Monday, what's it going to be?
- You're sacked, Monday. And your little dog, too. (52%, 12 Votes)
- We'll forgive the mess you made of the Jones account... but it's coming out of your paycheck. (13%, 3 Votes)
- Flying under the radar, eh, Monday? Probably for the best. (22%, 5 Votes)
- Wow, Monday. Not half bad! Who knew you had it in you? (9%, 2 Votes)
- You have exceeded expectations, Monday. Here's the key to the supplies closet, knock yourself out. (4%, 1 Votes)
Total Voters: 23
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My car has been in the shop since Wednesday with a sensor system problem never seen before by Honda. I have been forced to drive my wife’s car to and from work until Honda can approve a rental if it’s needed.
My wife has a toothache and needs to see the dentist soon.
Our home is still a disaster from the move and construction. Our HELOC checks have not yet been issues to relieve some of the mounting monetary stress related to said move and construction.
Oh, and tomorrow is my wife’s birthday, and I can’t possibly make it as superspecial as I’d like.
My judgement about today? Totally non-descript. I’ve been clearing out ahead of moving to a new city, but I honestly couldn’t tell you any stand out moments, either good or bad. Now Monday, I know at times you can be horrible, and very occasionally you perform fabulously, but either of these is better than settling for anonymity. I’m not impressed, nor am I disappointed. You’ve just not tried at all today.
Monday, I had high hopes for you. We were the lead on a very high profile project this morning, and while you started out with a bang at 5:00am, you sure did fizzle out quickly. Just how many times did you need to corrupt tables on the CMS database, anyway? Was that really necessary? I’m frazzled, completely wiped out, and on top of all that, you managed to give me one hell of a stress based stomach ache.
Okay, so the project was completed only 20 minutes behind schedule - no thanks to you! And I do get to go home early, but if you hadn’t forced me to get up at 3:30 just to be in the office at 5:00, I wouldn’t be dead on my feet already.
All in all, I think I can say without any hesitation, I hate you. And I hope to never see you again!
Good day, Sir!
When you want to call it quits and crawl back into bed in the first hour of the day you just have to say goodbye.
Inconsiderate co-workers, and a general malaise lead me to believe that Monday would be better suited in a new position far far away from here.
Monday, you are not welcome in my life anymore. Thank you, come again.
The saving grace to Monday is the fact that Sabre and her team kicked total a$$ with the CMS issue, and it would have taken five more hours if she weren’t involved.
I’ve had some decisions questioned but overwhelmingly validated. And I’ve got a good nine solid hours of work left — and yes, it’s after noon Eastern. *sigh*
Monday, I’m sorry but I’m projecting my distaste for your predecessor onto you. It will take nothing short of a miracle for me to like you, let alone promote you. Bronze medal for you for showing up, but reserving the gold for a more-worthy performer.
Monday is fired on the sheer premise of me having to go back to work after a week of blissful nothingness in the Palm Springs dry heat - having to come back to uncharacteristic high humidity and heat, a filthy house that required all Sunday to clean, and 6 loads of laundry. So yeah, I guess I’m also blaming you for Sunday’s transgressions, but still - I have to come back to WORK because of YOU.
FIRED.
Monday, Monday…can’t trust that day…
Monday is thoroughly blah. It’s Monday, and I woke up groggy, and I’ve had to spend the day on a poorly-defined task that I suspect I will be told to go back and redo after I submit it. It’s hazy out and it’s almost 3pm and I still feel half asleep and I am pretty sure this all comes together to support the fact that I don’t like Monday.
Boo, Monday. BOO, I SAY!
Maybe I should have read the comments about today before I fired it. I guess my Monday isn’t really that bad at all. Appealing my big speeding ticket today, if it gets reduced to traffic school/a much lesser fine, Monday can return next week. Otherwise, it will be replaced with “Suesday.”
Oh Monday. You brought us a great national park and a killer lunch near the stadia here in Seattle. But you also rained on me. If you bring gelato this afternoon, you may stay.