I think the world would be a much better place if Monday's simply did not exist. I know what you are thinking - eliminating Monday's won't solve the problem, next you will hate Tuesday's. Any day that follows the weekend is destined to be despised. I disagree. I think there is something inherently evil about Monday.
It's not that I hate Monday's because I have to go back to work after a nice long relaxing weekend. Relaxing weekends are rare in my world, and having been on call for the last 18 days straight - I"m not sure that I would recognize one if I saw it. I routinely work every other weekend, so if it was just the going back to work thing - I should only hate half of all Mondays. Yet, I find myself dreading every single one of them.
What makes them so evil? I'm not sure exactly, but they almost feel like a taunt. It is like the Cosmo is saying . . . if only you had made a smarter career decision. . . if only you had a normal job . . . if only you had a life to enjoy. . . if only. Perhaps that is why I hate Mondays. They seem like yet another opportunity that passed by without me taking advantage. Proof that time is passing by way to quickly. Okay, perhaps it isn't the day itself, but my life that I am railing against. However - at present I'm sticking with blaming Mondays.
