I think the biggest mistake people make when it comes to Monday is expecting that they may not be as terrible as their nature suggests.
But they are. Mondays are awful.
The trick to dealing with them is to go into any given Monday with extremely low expectations. And by low, I mean rock-fucking-bottom. By doing so, you’re ensuring at least a sliver of hope on these godforsaken days.
Would you believe me if I informed you that today has officially become one of the best days of my life?
Well, you should. Because it is.
Today started out like any other. I woke up late. I tripped over my idiot dogs. I couldn’t find any clean clothes. I had to go work (where I have to deal with people; which is terrible and I hate it). But none of that meant that it was technically a bad day – because it’s a typical Monday. So although it depressed me, it didn’t super depress me (which is a tiny win, in and of itself).
My day progressed. I forgot my sunglasses so I had to drive into the blinding sun. I forgot my glasses so I had a headache all morning from staring at the computer screen. I went to Wal-Mart on my lunch break to buy some more sports bras but then got to the register and it didn’t have a scanny bar code thing on it and instead of being a typical three pack, someone jacked ONE so I was left with two. I didn’t have time to wait for them to page and get a new set so I left with nothing but a sinking, unsuccessful feeling.
But it was still a typical Monday and I was still overcome by that feeling of indifference. Until I checked my email. And then confirmed with my Twitter. And I had to do a double take.
The Bloggess was following me on Twitter.
Shut. The. Fuck. Up. I simply adore her and all her weirdness.
So my day got infinitely better.
But what really tipped the scales was this:
Are you fucking kidding me?
I love me a ridiculous picture of an animal – I mean, who doesn’t?
But a light saber???
Know what’s even better? Discovering that there’s a whole fucking website dedicated to this awesomeness.
So, to sum up my Monday – it’s been fucking fantastic. The work day is almost over which means I can see the vodka at the end of the tunnel and that always makes me happy.
This also makes me happy:
I could have hit the photo fucking jackpot if I would have placed a cup in the foreground. I could have entitled it: "Two Lincolns, One Cup."
So Monday was good. It was really good.
It wasn’t unlike any other Monday until that tinge of validation washed over me and changed everything.
I suppose it could all be a mistake. A mis-click.
That The Bloggess didn’t mean to follow me on Twitter. I certainly hope it isn’t a mistake. But if it is, I can deal with it.
Because at least I’ll have those light saber-wielding animals.