Blue Monday

Ah, Mondays.

The bane of some people’s existence, but to me it’s the day furthest away from the next time my least favorite day comes around (Sunday). I do think Mondays should be half days though in order to ease you back into the work week (except for guitar stores that must remain open all day since most are closed on Sundays) and to make you feel a lot better about the fact that you’re wasting your life away from your family and the things that matter just so you can afford to eat. I tell you, sometimes I think it would be so much sweeter to be a wild man, but then I think that I’m nuts. Civilized life is sweet.

But there are a couple of things about Monday that really upset me:

Football fans.

They spent all Sunday watching football and soaking it in, soaking it all in, remembering their favorite and least favorite plays so on Monday they can come to work and talk (loudly) about how great this was, how much this sucked, how many yards were run by X and how they couldn’t believe Y caught such a sub-par throw. I am not interested and it’s distracting, honestly. You know the Bose commercial for their noise-canceling headphones where it says “concentrate on work?” That’s what I need. I need everyone to leave me alone and just email me their work requests. I can listen to music or even my study guide and do the work completely oblivious to football.

And what gets me going MOST about it is that most of the people that sit around every Monday and talk about how great the games were (because they all watched the same games) is that there is a way to avoid this that might be even more enjoyable than meeting on Monday and gabbing like sorority girls piecing together and recreating the previous night’s drunken exploits. I say this: watch them together. I’m sure someone has a garage where they can put a TV (if there isn’t one in there already) and they can all come over with coolers full of beer, get sloppy drunk, watch the big games yelling and screaming at the TV, braiding each other’s hair, dropping hot wax into cold water to see the face of next year’s wide receiver, whatever they do.

Then on Monday they can all come in, hung over and nod quietly to their cohorts as they shield their eyes from the harsh glare from the ceiling lights.

Mondays might suck for them, but you can bet by Friday they’ll be talking about how much fun Sunday’s going to be.

Another pet peeve:

Co workers. Not all coworkers, mind you, but the ones that ask you to do something on Friday and then on Monday morning ask if you’ve done it. As if they were the only ones with a weekend and think that maybe you live in the nook under your desk and use your computer as a space heater. Mmmm, I live to work, so much so I shirk away from going home to wife, daughter and potential relaxation in order to stay at work and try to call people who might be of the same mind set as me to get whatever you need, done.

Overall, I don’t mind Mondays at all, but football fans and annoying co workers upset me.