Through a juggling of vacation days and personal days, today was my last Monday at work. The last of the hardest day of the week. The hardest morning of the week. Nothing sounds worse than alarm clock after a weekend of late nights and lazy mornings. Instead of a day of work, I have a week of work. The traffic is the worst and the trains are the most crowded. I don’t know why everyone’s in a rush; there’s always more e-mails and voicemails on Monday mornings. People move slower on Mondays; their attitudes dampened and moods depressed. Such a contrast from the Friday before. I hate Mondays.
But today was the last time I had to work on a Monday for a couple years and that made it a bit easier to bear