Monday, you dirty bastard.
First, you come on way too early in the morning. Second, with you comes a complete LIS down at work, so basically we’re screwed.
I work in a lab, and our “main” computer was toast this morning.
Makes more work for me, thanks.
I hate every part of Monday. From the first time the alarm goes off, to the long awaited time when I can punch out. I hate it all.
Monday, you never bring a sense of renewal, or a fresh start.
Instead, you bring doom, gloom, and pissy-ness. Oh and you also bring a plethora of douchey people who like to ask me “you awake yet?” “are you bored?” or make such insightful comments such as: “Looks like you need something to do!” or my very favorite “Looks like someone has a case of the Mondays!” (Thank you Office Space)
I hate you Monday.
Fuck you.
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I know that today is actually 1/19/2010, but I registered a blog at Wordpress, and I HATED it over there, so I moved it over here.
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This blog rocks!
ReplyDeleteAnd so do you. I knew you were destined to do great things. From flying pagers (er) to flying bras (gene simmons)
My Monday was good ...it was a federal holiday:P
MILE
Ha ha!!!!
ReplyDeleteI have found that even when holidays fall on Mondays, they are shitty. Or maybe it's just my life?
I'm actually planning a special "Monday-Holiday" blog for next week's entry.
We'll see what I come up with! Thank you for your comment :)
P.S.
ReplyDeleteDoes the bra thing still count, even though I was so drunk I can't even remember tossing that onstage??
it still counts. There are parts of that night that are more vivid than others. Midgets and billiards on state street, skid row, the bra, someof us "falling asleep" at the end of the show, and the hissing in my ears for two weeks after the show.
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