Mondays - They're not just for SAHMs anymore

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Why doesn't the week start on a Tuesday? Why don't we get paid on Mondays? After all, the Bangles were convinced that Mondays weren't as fun as Sunday...and that was over 10 years ago, when religion meant a solemn face and a hymn from a dilapidated hymn book. So, what is it about rainy days and Mondays that always gets everyone down? (Nope...don't get it about rainy days either.)

Maybe Mondays are despised so much because most people go back to work. But really, if you're not looking forward to returning to work, doesn't it just mean it might be time to check the classifieds? Need a new boss? Need a challenge or two? It's not the day of the week. It's life in general. Moms walking their children to school at the crack of dawn aren't holding a cup of Starbucks because they don't like Mondays...are they? I mean, I always figured they just wanted to liven up so they could be the early bird at the clearance sales. Oh wait...Mondays usually aren't known for their red and white signs. Score 1 for Friday. I'm beginning to see your point.

I think that Mondays are synonymous with dread because everyone complains how they are tired and didn't get much sleep over the weekend. But couple that with recaps of weekend rendezvous and vacation getaways, and Mondays are a great day for you to boast about your co-worker's financial shortcomings. Note how great of a domino effect this can be too. How "Neil" at the front desk feels...I'm not so sure. But it's Monday. Buy him lunch to brighten his day. See, Mondays aren't so bad. For Neil now anyways. Unless his lactose intolerance kicked in after he ate your grilled cheese and broccoli cheddar soup from the deli on 5th. Neil's not happy...and well...the whole office smells like Apple Mountain Lysol.

Did you get your thumb tacked by the stapler? Were you blinded by the copier machine when you didn't put the lid down...or worse...you shook the toner cartridge and it exploded? Did you get sprayed by the automatic toilet as it flushed as you sat in despair, holding your head in hand...reaching out in sympathy only to realize there was no square to spare for the derriere? Blame it on the "M word". It's accepted at studios, home offices and corporate headquarters worldwide.

Ok, so now you've heard the ad for Mondays. There is truth in it.