25 Jan 2005
Morning saga
The chaotic Monday morning. An event that no amount of preparation,visualization reconciliation and prayer can ever prepare you for.
The day when all that’s meant to go wrong actually does. And all you’re left with are memories of now pleasant weekend hangovers, late mornings, breakfast in bed (it’s not really as royal as it sounds) and sigh! no alarm clocks.
Doesn’t help either if your fellow-colleagues suffer perpetually from PMS (yes, hardly any men at work to speak of, sadly).
The situation at work today was much akin to a catfight. Claws protracted, fangs bared, tails in attention…the stage was set for war.
Snappy women when in a room together are not the best company. For other women, specially.
However, I am happy to inform the world at large that Monday mornings, thankfully, are very short-lived. They make up only 1/7th of all mornings in the week…which, in the larger scheme of things, isn’t so bad.
Like PMS, if you manage to get through the first few hours, life is beautiful once more…the birds are chirping again, your boyfriend doesn’t resemble the ultimate MCP anymore (this is experience speaking) and the claws are retracted.
Goodbye Monday morning. Until next week then.
Current Mood: Cheerful
Current Music: nothings gonna break my stride
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