When I was in high school I was one of those freaky kids who actually liked Mondays because it meant I would be seeing Derrick. Yes, Derrick was my high school heartthrob. He, of course, didn’t know me from Eve (or should I say Jane Doe, since Eve rather invokes a tantalizing picture, which I was NOT).
These days Mondays are not so thrilling. Once again I have to go on the dreaded commuter bus, cold and uncomfortable. Mondays are particularly cold because it has not been warmed up during the week. Lest ye think that a Chinook makes the bus warmer, let me disabuse your mind. It does not. It is frigid. Even in the summer time I wear slacks and if I should not then I have a blanket wrapped around my legs. I have to wear a sweater under my summer trench coat because my arms get goosebumps. There are plenty of others on the bus doing the same thing so I am not a wimp. This is our process, summer or winter.
This Monday I do have several things to look forward to once I am passed the bus ordeal. I am finalizing our teambuilding plans for later this month and I have a lunch scheduled with my best friend. I might even get to see her new granddaughter if the weather is fine. I must remember my little Ecuadorian gift for her! As well, I have catch up time with all my favorite colleagues.
So Monday, here I come!
This is a drawing by Jessie Wilcox Smith
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