Surviving a Monday
I have a friend who happens to be retired. I asked him once,what do you do every day? He asked me what I do on Saturdays. I told him and he said, that's what I do everyday. Okay, fair enough.
Perhaps, I'm a little bit jealous. Actually, there's no perhaps about it.
It really hits me on a Monday morning, as I drag my dead butt out of bed at 4 AM. It's that moment that I wish I had completely free days, every day. While that's not possible at this point, I've learned to try think positive about Mondays, just to get though it.
Here's what I've figured out, so far;
There's only one Monday a week. no matter what, there will not be another Monday for a week.
Coffee was discovered on a Monday. This is just my theory but I bet it's accurate.
Think of Monday as just another step to the weekend.
Finally, I think Mondays would be completely bearable if not for the going to work part. So if you can avoid that part, you should be good.
Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I just wish it wasn't mandatory that I show up every day.