Monday is a Holiday!!

As Thursday approaches, I have a sinking feeling that the week is about to end and Monday is approaching!!!! Weird, I know.. very weird.. Unlike many others to whom, Thursday brings smiles, I skip the weekend and jump straight to the Monday. I guess when you are working on Saturdays, you loose the weekend perspective.

Since the time I remember, I have hated Monday mornings. I do not recollect how this started, but even when I was a kid, somehow Monday seemed to have all the lectures that I hated; I never managed to complete the assignments which were due on a Monday; exams always started on a Monday; and the lists of the things I detested about Monday was endless.

Now as a grown up, I still hate Mondays – there are those Monday morning meetings (why can’t they have it on a Tuesday!!) which I sleep through, the boss always seems to be in a terrible mood (Why can’t Sunday cheer him up!) and the juniors always seem to be in a party mood (Why can’t they just get their arses on their chairs and work for heaven’s sake – Sunday is OVER); clients always point out your faults on a Monday morning (and the fault can invariably be traced to one of your team members, and that too is somehow your fault!!)…
Monday is a day when u get screamed at, when u scream at others (and u know that they are calling you a bitch, every time they meet their colleagues in the loo); and it seems that no one except you is working.

I have spent numerous hours thinking how this can be changed. Every Sunday evening, I promise myself that I will be less of a bitch this week. Every Monday, I walk into the office reminding myself that I have to smile a lot today; I power up my laptop repeating “I will be nice”, and then it all starts. There is a stinker in my inbox. Something is screwed up. I look around to see my team, and no one has come in as yet (it’s already 9.45 am, where the hell are you guys!!!). I have to attend the Monday morning meeting in 15 minutes and I am running around desperately to fix up things. I enter the meeting room and the look at my boss’s face tells me that he has already read the email. The rest is history. I walk out of the room, looking for someone, and tell myself – he deserves to be kicked in the arse, how I can ever be good to him!!!!! and that’s the end of the niceness in me.

I hope that the next week starts at a better note – for one, it will begin on a Tuesday! And two, it will also be the beginning of a new year, and I resolve to SMILE a lot.