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| Monday morning: weight doesn't equal mass |
Hi all,
Yeah. Monday morning coming down. Personally, I like my job for the most part; I feel like I'm making a contribution to society, I am paid well enough to live a middle-class life but not well enough to play the $100 tables at Vegas, and I get the weekends (usually) off. Monday mornings, though, must be dealt with. Over the years, I have learned that it is a science and an art.
The science: I eat a good breakfast, make sure I don't watch the news, drink a cup of coffee as quickly as possible, and check out what's on HBO. This morning, there was "Pathfinder", "Cathouse", "Jumper", and a few others - sex, violence, or both. A good way to start the week, right?
The art: avoiding anything that upsets me, and this can be difficult. Monday mornings are when the art of Zen and the psychological, crushing mass of Monday morning wrestle for supremacy. Over the years, I find that Zen kicks the Monday morning blue's ass all over the house when I turn on all the lights (which my wife hates), turn on the TV for entertainment purposes and noise, go outside and stare at the stars/moon/both if said objects are visible, take a long, hot shower, and then crank the car stereo up past 35 on the drive to work. Ok, maybe it's not artistic, but it gets the job done. Thank God for The Counting Crows, The Who, Golden Earring, Zep, Heart, Third Eye Blind, and others too numerous to mention. Suffice it to say that I listen to music way too loud in the car, but I don't ever answer my cell phone when I'm driving, so I guess I'm ok. At least I tell myself that. Denial helps a whole lot on Monday mornings.
Do not be disgusted or amused, my pretties: Monday morning is a demon we all seem to face, but it's a demon with weak teeth and a bad overbite. I suppose it's because I have a sense of purpose and I get a ton of fulfillment out of my work, which is why I chose it as a career. Don't get me wrong: the job has its bad side. What job doesn't? Unless your job is "lottery winner," you have a few bumps along the road to Monday morning. And it doesn't allow my bank account to rise much above the high single digits, but I'm still relatively happy and, according to my colleagues, fairly sane (but they are nice people and have no compunction about lying to me to make me feel better).
So, I will now go out into the world and do my duty, confident that what I am doing makes a difference.
On Monday mornings, I am not above lying to myself...
DS
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Posted by DentedSyke on 2009-01-12 06:12:06 | Rating: | Views: 48
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