Pretty much everyone in the office agrees that today is a “Monday-Tuesday.”
I started that phrase a few months ago — whatever the day, if it’s being difficult, becomes a “Monday-“
I’m having a superb Monday-Tuesday, but I’m fairly tired. Not nearly enough sleep last night, paired with a sore throat that’s equivalent to having smoked two packs of cigarettes in a day. [Fact.] […How do I know? I’ve done it before.]
The state of my face is in a far less shittier predicament than when I woke up. The hefty bags I was packing from last night, somewhere between home and work, were checked - with a minimal baggage fee, at that!
No make-up - a conscious choice because, while concealer is my BFF at times, I somehow knew I would be rubbing my eyes all day long. What’s worse than looking half-dead? …Looking like a half-dead raccoon. That’s been run over by a semi-truck. Twice.
Thankfully, the onslaught of paperwork that is headed toward my desk like a heat-seeking missile, has not reached that point at this moment. Tomorrow? I’ll be slammed. Today though — today is being nice to me.
Plus, the weather is nice. And while I cannot comprehend peoples’ obsession over the weather as a perpetual conversational topic, I will say that I appreciate the sunlight and warmth.
So, to Monday-Tuesday, I offer you thanks. For being great.
