Journey & Adventure

I’m feeling out of sorts this Monday. I don’t know why, I just know that something’s not right with my world at the moment. Probably, just the Monday blues. I should start feel better by 5:00 pm - I usually do. My boss is on holidays this week. Thank goodness for small miracles. Another week like last week and I might not have been able to contain myself or the rage he creates within me. I had dinner with an old co-worker last week. Our meeting reminded me of how much I miss working with her. We could be silly together, laughing about anything, everything and everyone that crossed our paths throughout the day. It was nice to have a funny, carefree co-worker. I don’t have that here and I miss it. I wish I could go barefoot in the office. I hate wearing shoes. I’m constantly kicking them off under my desk only to have to scramble to put them back on when I need to go to meetings, the printer, supply room or the restroom. This morning I was reflecting upon “what I did th...

I don’t know why I bother to bitch about them, but I do.   Mondays seriously blow chunks. To start my Monday morning off, I had to be at the root canal specialist in London at 7:30 this morning.   London (not in England) is usually approximately 40 minutes from my home, but today it took me 1 hour to get there because of road construction. I was visiting the specialist because my root canal that I had done in 2007 keeps getting infected, so the dentist decided he better “consult” with a specialist to see what’s going on.    After making me wait until 8:00, I was escorted into the consultation room where I had to wait for another 15 minutes.   We are now at 8:15.   Seriously, don’t make an appointment for 7:30 if you plan on making the patient wait an additional 45 minutes.   Especially on a Monday morning!!! Grrr… Dr. Personality paid me a visit fresh out of bed I swear.   He was wearing his scrubs (okay) and ef...

I’m feeling out of sorts today.  I’m not quite to the point of cranky (yet), but I’m not feeling overjoyed to be at work.   I know that it being Monday is the probable excuse; however I’m not 100% convinced that the only issue. I’m starting to have a bit of anxiety that it’s now August and the mornings aren’t quiet as bright as they were a couple of weeks ago.  It’s also starting to get dark sooner in the evening, my perennial garden has been in full bloom and things are starting to die off.  My tomatoes are ready to be picked.  I’m sad.  Why?  Well it means that fall is just around the corner.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the autumn season.  I just hate what comes after it.  Winter…she’s just a mean, hurtful bitch. It's official - NOW, I'm cranky... thanks Mother Nature....

Monday – the first day of a new work week.  I try to look at it as a new beginning, but that usually doesn’t last too long…usually until the alarm goes off… Monday – the day that is the hardest to get out of bed in the morning.  It’s a good thing J is in charge of the alarm clock or I’d never get out of bed on Monday…or any other day for that matter. Monday – the day when the simple task of making my lunch turns into a gigantic chore.  Although I purchased groceries on Sunday, Monday is a day when nothing appeals to my appetite and I just usually end up packing Mr. Noodles. Monday – the day I ALWAYS end up needing to stop for gas.  I detest stopping for gas.  You would think I could just take the time on Sunday and avoid the Monday morning gas fiasco, but alas…I don’t.  I will NEVER learn… Monday – the day I spend most of the day trying to clear the fog from my “weekend brain”. Monday – the greatest ...

I’m feeling kind of sickly today.  I can’t pinpoint exactly what’s wrong with me, but I know I’d feel better if I was at home in bed.  My head hurts, my stomach hurts and every joint in my body aches.  If I were to actually believe WebMD, I have all of the symptoms of Lyme disease, but seeing how I haven’t been traipsing about in the bushes, I doubt I’ve come in contact with deer ticks. My ill feelings could have been caused by having to get up a couple of hours early and come into work at the crack of stupid.  Can you believe that I didn’t have any work all last week, but then my boss decides on Friday afternoon that I need to show up bright and early on Monday to get an agreement done before 10:00 a.m.?  It’s a good thing he had a large Starbucks sitting on my desk when I got here.   I was wired this morning, but now - I need a nap…and some Tylenol…

Have you ever have one of those weekends when you happen to over-indulge and then Monday sneaks up on you like the bitch that she is and suddenly you emerge from the fog of excess and are thrown upon self-loathing and despair?  Yeah, this Monday is like that for me.  I can’t pinpoint where exactly it went horribly wrong, but I suspect it started on Friday morning when I stopped at Tim Horton’s (the Canadian equivalent of Dunkin Donuts) and proceeded to order a toasted bagel with butter and extra cheddar cheese.  Lunch consisted of a baked potato with cheddar cheese and bacon from Wendy’s for lunch.  Something about the goodness of cheddar... As Friday rolls on - pre-dinner drink or two can’t possibly be harmful right?  How can something as good as rum punch be loaded with so many calories?  In my defense, dinner itself was full of healthy choices – BBQ chicken breast, rice and salad.  Yeah for me! ...

I didn't have a planned post in mind this morning, but when this email was waiting for me in my Inbox this morning, I just had to share it.  It's from my best friend... "I Hate Freakin’ Mondays.     I have all the windows open in the office – I think a skunk crawled under the building and died." Moral of the story:  When you think your Monday sucks....it could be a hell of a lot worse!

(Last Photo Courtesy of Rodney @ Blankney Journal ) HAPPY MONDAY!

“Mondays are the potholes in the road of life”. Tom Wilson Reasons I Hate Mondays... I always need to stop at the gas station on Monday mornings. One would think I would plan ahead and just fill-up on Sundays, but sadly – no. I guess I’m too stubborn to admit that I didn’t win the weekend lottery and will in fact have to go to work. On Mondays, my commute route is littered by “speed traps”. If I were a cop, I would prefer to catch speeders on a Friday – you know catching them as they race to start the weekend, but sadly I’m not a cop and as such don’t make the rules. Only sick bastard cops insist on catching those poor people that have hit the snooze button a few too many times and then had to stop and get gas and haven’t had their damn coffee yet. Yes, I am speaking from experience! On Mondays, the drive-thru at the coffee shop is always packed with lazy-asses that refuse to get out of their car and walk inside to get their coffee. Yes, I re...