A Case of the Mondays

It's barely 9am, and I already want to call it a day.

This morning, after hitting snooze at 7am, I fell into that crazy REM sleep - had some kind of bizarre dream about the cast of the Gilmore Girls and some school kids arguing over a machine that could predict the future. The next time I regained consciousness, it was 8am. @#(*%@# ! I have to interview someone for an analyst position today at 9:30am!

I jumped in the shower, but I'm not even sure what part of my body actually made contact with water. Since I definitely had no time to blow dry my hair (I prioritized brushing my teeth), I put it in a hair clip, which promptly broke. This left me with no other option than to pull my hair back in a pony tail with a juvenile hair tie.

For the last couple of days, I have been suffering from some kind of allergies in my right eye. Today, it was even worse. It is so red and puffy that I couldn't even put in my contacts. Okay... so I guess I'm sticking with the really old glasses with the big ol' scratch across the lens. I wouldn't be surprised if this eye thing turned out to be some kind of crazy infection at this point.

I ironed my pants, grabbed my jacket and purse, and ran out the door. Of course, on the way out, I noticed that my fish was dead. It would probably be more accurate to say that my slow neglect of him finally took its toll. Ichthyocide. Dead pet fish are a bad sign. Ask me about the correlation with major events in my life sometime if you're curious.

While opening the door, my suit jacket touched the car (which had just made a trip to New Braunfels this weekend), and I managed to get dirt all over it. Great. It just completes the look.

Naturally, the day that I look and feel like crap, I have to run into everybody I ever met. From the time I got out of the car until I got to my desk, I ran into three people - my cousin's friend, a former Enron co-worker, the manager of strategic planning. This is how each conversation went...

Me: "Hi."

Them: "Oh, hi Bonnie. I didn't recognize you (because you look like a teenage dork in glasses and a pony tail). You look tired. Rough weekend?"

No. More like rough Monday morning. Please let this day be over soon...