i don't like mondays
And I suspect I may not be in the minority with this sentiment.
I actually meant to blog last night, but the day got too much for me.
One of the perks of my job is the 11am starts. This allows me to sleep to 8am. Those of you that know me well know I am not really a morning person. So having to wake up at 6.30am to be at work for 9am will leave me prickly. (I realise those of you with children may fail to sympathise, but think back to your pre-baby days.)
Waiting - in the cold dark day - for a bus which is running 15 minutes late will make me crabby. And missing my train due to late bus makes me crabbier still.
Missing out on my walk to work (a new thing I am trying this year) does irk me. Getting to work 15 minutes later than planned irked me more.
Having to change the bottle on the office water cooler for the 3rd time in less than a week mildy irritates me. Smashing my face on a bottle when doing so really annoys me. Not to mention leaving me in pain, with a fat lip and crookeder (yes that is a word...) and sore teeth.
A crucial website failing at the end of the day winds me up. It failing a second time winds me up further.
Just missing the bus (it was leaving the stop as I rounded the corner) just about pushed me to the edge. (And into a taxi - I was determined to get the train which will get me home at 8.30pm - 7pm finishes is the payoff for 11am starts).
A signal failure on the train which delays us for 40 minutes made me resign to my fate. The day was out to get me. A passenger then taking ill (which I know was not their fault, but added a further 20 minute delay to the train) sealed it.
Fiance not realising I was not joking, but was in fact quite upset about the enhanced crookedness of my teeth brought me to tears. (Although I concede perhaps the extreme tiredness after a 10-hour day, sandwiched between two frankly shit commutes, contributed.)
So that is why I don't like Mondays. This week. (And I could tell you why I don't like Tuesdays, bar a nice wee payrise, but I would hate to moan.)
I actually meant to blog last night, but the day got too much for me.
One of the perks of my job is the 11am starts. This allows me to sleep to 8am. Those of you that know me well know I am not really a morning person. So having to wake up at 6.30am to be at work for 9am will leave me prickly. (I realise those of you with children may fail to sympathise, but think back to your pre-baby days.)
Waiting - in the cold dark day - for a bus which is running 15 minutes late will make me crabby. And missing my train due to late bus makes me crabbier still.
Missing out on my walk to work (a new thing I am trying this year) does irk me. Getting to work 15 minutes later than planned irked me more.
Having to change the bottle on the office water cooler for the 3rd time in less than a week mildy irritates me. Smashing my face on a bottle when doing so really annoys me. Not to mention leaving me in pain, with a fat lip and crookeder (yes that is a word...) and sore teeth.
A crucial website failing at the end of the day winds me up. It failing a second time winds me up further.
Just missing the bus (it was leaving the stop as I rounded the corner) just about pushed me to the edge. (And into a taxi - I was determined to get the train which will get me home at 8.30pm - 7pm finishes is the payoff for 11am starts).
A signal failure on the train which delays us for 40 minutes made me resign to my fate. The day was out to get me. A passenger then taking ill (which I know was not their fault, but added a further 20 minute delay to the train) sealed it.
Fiance not realising I was not joking, but was in fact quite upset about the enhanced crookedness of my teeth brought me to tears. (Although I concede perhaps the extreme tiredness after a 10-hour day, sandwiched between two frankly shit commutes, contributed.)
So that is why I don't like Mondays. This week. (And I could tell you why I don't like Tuesdays, bar a nice wee payrise, but I would hate to moan.)
posted by koochan @ 11:25 pm
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