Here I am sitting on my desk on this cold Monday morning thinking that I should have taken up my body's offer of more sleep and called in sick. Regretting that I allowed my mind to rule over my body, I drowsily scroll over the words on the screen of the computer without understanding what they are trying to convey. To add to the drowse factor, the guards have turned on the air conditioning units on full blast and my body, which is sitting right below the overhead aircon vent, is feeling the full force of the winter-like chill.
"I hate Mondays!" was Garfield's all-too-familiar grumble. Personally, I do not hate Mondays. The 6 days of 8-hour office work and 4-hour (plus) internet work must be catching up on me; not to mention the extra 4 hours that we had to render overtime work yesterday.
As the 'classic' movie 'Office Space' popularized: "Someone is having a case of the Mondays!" Do I hate my job? No, I don't, but the monotony of it all bugs me. And with only one day each week to look forward to - Sunday - I feel link it's been forever that I've been sitting here trying to make sense of what the author of the paper that I am editing is trying to convey in his five years worth of work on this important article.
Countdown starts for Hurray! Sunday!
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