Ode To The Unlucky Masses

Like most of Western civilization I've always been loath of Mondays. Terrible, dreadful, awful Mondays.

Traditionally Sundays have been absolutely the most depressing times of my life, because they are the cusps of Monday. When my mom died, I likened the feeling to 50 Sundays all at once. Not a hundred or a thousand mind you, just 50 will do. I blame Monday.

Now, Mondays take on an entirely different feel and I don't like it, I don't like it one bit. When they come with rain it is absolutely unbearable and should be against the laws of man & nature. When I'm in charge, trust. No rainy Mondays. Or, maybe I'll just outlaw them all together. Ahh, a world free of Mondays, and free Orange soda for everybody, right? Where was I? Oh, Mondays. Dreadful, awful, sorrow-inducing, tongue-biting, eyebrow-pulling Mondays. And yet, it isn't the pending workweek I hate; it's the pain of not being part of it all. Gone is the dread of schlepping to an office, bracing yourself for the wave of forced tolerance of somebody else's shit. The annoyance of knowing I can't stay up late or have a beer for the next four nights, the heart pounding, heart breaking agony of having to conduct actual work; all of it gone and now replaced by the loss of it all. The heart pounding, heart breaking agony of watching the world go by as I, maybe you, sit there looking out, aching to be a part of the legions of pissed-off office workers heading-in late, or the dudes with the hangovers who'll make the best of it at work today. It's no longer me. I watch from the sidelines now, the finance sector stunned, weakened and shaking in its boots and no longer hiring high-paid consultants. Not now anyway. Not hiring consultants of any type, or project managers, or IT managers or maintenance dudes or secretaries. Zilch. Quiet. And, here I sit watching the chosen, lucky few carrying on with their miserable workaday routines: hoping, praying, aching and envious to once again be a part of it all.

The self-learned lesson here I suppose is to count your blessings while you have them; and even when you don't, count what ya got in front of you. Wondering why I'm waxing sorrow of Mondays on a Tuesday? If so, go back and read again.

Posted by JD on July 7, 2009 9:54 AM