An Ode to Mondays
There are seven days within each week
And folks may have their favorite,
But find a fan of Mondays,
And I’ll say that soul’s unfortunate.
For who could love a Monday
It’s the start of a work week.
The alarm is buzzing early,
Five more minutes do I seek.
Drink the coffee, get behind the wheel
Into traffic I do battle
As I follow others heading in
Like a guided herd of cattle.
Read the email, is it lunchtime yet?
This morning drags forever,
I check the clock – it’s 8:15,
Bang my head on the computer.
More meetings and assignments,
“Get these done A-S-A-P!”
How I long for a vacation
Or the weekend – hard to see.
Lunchtime’s here! Just 30 minutes?
Why I’ve barely just sat down
And my boss taps on my shoulder
Another meeting’s just come ‘round.
“He said what?” I’m barely listening
Yet another boring session.
I’m trying not to fall asleep,
Then someone asks me a question.
“What? Of course, I’ll get right on it”
It’s the standard office lie.
Will my inbox ever empty?
Or the phone calls ever die?
I think I may have finished
Just a few stabs at “real” work
If I only had some silence
And some time from all these jerks.
As I point my auto homeward
Back into the traffic’s fray
I think of Scarlett and her prophetic words
“Tomorrow is another day.”
This is all your fault, dear Monday,
But I put up with this chore.
I can’t wait to see your cousin,
‘Cause its Fridays I adore.
2 thoughts on “An Ode to Mondays”
Everyone who works can relate to this LOL
I hope the new job is going well. 😊