Monday, Monday, Can't Trust That Day

I haven't worked a Monday through Friday shift in over 20 years.  Recently I volunteered to do the job of a pregnant woman while she went on leave to pop one out.  It's only been a few weeks.  At first it was a dream, in super early and out before 5pm usually. I hadn't seen a weekend in a few month of Sundays and for that matter two consecutive days off.  I was thrilled and then it became a little tough, the long stretch in between days off.  Biking five days straight, doing yoga and then creating dinner.  That's what they mean by the grind I suppose.  How you really begin looking forward to Friday as if Monday is something of the past.  And then today, the true sense of Monday finally hit me like a ton of bricks.  When everyone always made mention of the Monday blues I would just shrug.  If no week is consistent, then there is no day to fret.  But dang, it's evil. I felt as if I was carrying the weight of the world on my back. I couldn't quit yawning, and gravity was pulling me down to my knees.  I mentally deep stabbed every customer that dared interrupt me at work with can you help me????? Those dreaded words.  My whole job is to help them but it's godawful in that way and for that reason.  All my patience was drained. What the heck is so important they couldn't wait until Tuesday for this shit?!  I'm usually a slightly better person than this.  Maybe I'm incapable.

But how could this feel so drastic and then you wake up hoping its gone away and it does but just enough to make it Tuesday.  Maybe that's a gift to get you back in that stupid game. Or the curse.  I don't believe in this.  Who am I but I have to say I'm convinced after just a short time that we absolutely can do much better than this.  Monday through Friday is a lie!

 Monday Bunless Burgers Two-Ways.  Bleu Cheese Bacon and Shiitake Mushroom White Cheddar Turkey burgers over Shiitake black rice.