Ah, Monday, my old nemesis, here you are again. It has been what, about 7 days since our last encounter. Don't forget what happened then.
You came in slow, stealthily, acting almost as though we were friends. The song on the alarm clock radio was "What I Like About You," by The Romantics, the coffee was particularly delicious, the sun was smiling brightly at the cool, comfortable temperature, and the whole thing seemed like a Friday.
Soon, though, you showed your true nature, the nasty, despicable side. Somehow, even though my coffee was on the other side of the counter from where I was making lunch, a Spicy, Tabasco, Fire, Inferno, Devil's brand Potato chip ended up in what had been one of the finest hot drinks of my long, drink filled life. Dang It!!!!
Oh, well, one cup down there are ten more in the carafe.
"Watch out for thick patches of fog, all along the drive downtown." The local Meteorologist said on the Morning News, but he seemed so happy how bad could it be? "Plus, there are unconfirmed reports of scattered armies of satanic demons hidden in the fog, tearing the flesh from commuters, littering the bones all over the median, ripping up large patches of the road, and using the material to build an altar in what maybe an elaborate attempt to summon the end of the world, and possibly a tornado, or two. Which could really have a negative impact on the flow of traffic. For a more elaborate elaboration, let's go to Melissa Smiley, our Traffic Reporter."
"That's right, Bob. Crosstown traffic is pure hell, today. Even if you live you will be scarred for life. I would avoid the whole interior of the city and use alternate routes, maybe take the back roads, to a secluded, wooded location that nobody knows about, and make peace with the Lord. Or 5th Avenue, to Main, and go South from there. Updating you on the latest sports news, here is Chip D'Average. How about that game last night, Chip?"
Dang, and I am out of sick leave.
No choice, but to brave the drive, the fog, the demons, and the tornadoes, making it to work, just as the coffee I spilled on my shirt was turning unbearably cold. I noticed the front door to the building was missing.
And, over the weekend, someone had broken in and taken all of the printer paper, even the stuff in the printer. Painted the doors with the scene behind them so they always looked open, causing three broken noses, and a dislocated ring finger. And, changed everybody's voice mail greeting to "Hello, I am too dumb to answer my phone."
It was a good fight, Monday, and you almost won. Finally, around midnight I gained the upper hand, sending you running off, like a thief in the night. Now, you are back, and it is time to lace up the gloves and go a few rounds again. Take your best shot. I'm ready.
Monday, September 16, 2013
Monday, again, survive the best you can.
There is not much to say, but, for those who find any offense, please remember these are only stories, jokes, and have no relation to reality. Kind of like life.
I like life, and hope it lasts a long time, but it does require some explanation, that is why these blogs exist. To help people navigate times and events that make no sense.
Here are a few places you can find a few things.
The Original Life Explained. Where it all started, a little rambling and a lot of nothing important.
Life Explains The End Views on humanity's race to self extinction. I hope I am wrong.
Life Explains Smiles Because everybody likes it when you smile.
Life Explains Aging Getting older is not always easier, but it is worth the effort. And a few small things can make it much more pleasant.
Life Explains Traveling and Commuting Mostly commuting. Driving bugs me and working bugs me so driving to work is the ultimate insult of modern life, and I like to complain.
Life Explained Explores History. The real problem with history is there is so much of it. It is all over the place. But, if you take the time to look at the small pieces it is fascinating.
Life Explains Music Music is a universal language. I like guitar based rock and roll, but there is a little bit of a lot here.