Monday, September 17, 2012

A Letter to Monday

Dear Monday,

You are a evil, evil, dirty sluthog. I can't believe how you take the best of my intentions and ruin them. Let me detail how you have ruined my day and it's not even 2:30 yet.

First, I woke up on time today. James even used the word "early". Waking up on time can only mean on thing, I have some thing important I need to handle. We all know I value my sleep. Regardless, I got to work on time. Even though I chipped my nail toe polish and couldn't fix it so I'm wearing closed toed shoes to work. And my feet tend to swell when in small spaces. You know, being pregnant does have some side effects. Then once I got to the office, the toaster that I took out of the box and plastic won't work and I had to microwave my pop tarts. What the bloody Hell? Is it too much to ask for toasted pop tarts. Then, the OLL classroom decided to be a total pain in my ass and I spent the next 2 hours helping students get their machines running. Let me tell you - this is not my job nor is it one that I'm even okay with pretending to be good at. Regardless, it's now 11:01 (yes, exact time, I looked because I was hoping to go to lunch soon!) and I can now start on my job, the one I get paid for. But of course, accounting needs me to help them with some problems with our sales from Friday (the day I wasn't in the office) and I have to hunt things down which takes forever and FINALLY, it's 12:30 and I can go to lunch. Or so I thought. I left my lunch at home, on the counter. Frickin' fabulous. No worries, I just go get something. And yet, another problem. I left my debit card and cash in my other purse. I switched purses for the Bengals came yesterday and never transferred my cash and credit cards back. Lovely! Just perfect. So it looks like I will be having rice cakes with peanut butter and some yogurt for lunch. And I'm starving and 8 months pregnant. I'm off to enjoy dieter's delight. Monday, I wish this was our last day together but as we all know, you will be back next week. Maybe by then, I will have a plan in place to kick your ass. If not, please be easy on me. I have feelings, you know!

Always at your mercy,

1 comment:

  1. Aww... I'm sorry you're having such a crap-tastic day! Tomorrow HAS to be better, right? Love you!


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