A case of the Mondays

So as I sit here not wanting to go to work on a Monday morning I can't help but think that its not just Mondays that I don't want to go to work. Days that end in y are pretty much the days that I don't want to attend. Sometimes Mondays aren't the worst day of the week, especially when I work the weekend and a Monday is like a Friday.

One of the worst things is coming in and hearing from coworkers how the weekend was when they were working. I avoid thinking about work when I am not there, but when I walk in the door and there is a barrage of  questions backed up from the weekend, or more than a few stories of hellish customers, it brings more of a downer. Then there is Nancy who works in the story, Nancy is very negative. She has worked for the company way too long, and her negative just rubs off on everyone. Sour grapes would be sweet compared to her attitude. I've tried helping Nancy with some stuff outside of work to maybe think that it would help her overall outlook of not niceness. But, no Nancy is just plain old bitter and spiteful. If she saw the wicked witch get a house dropped on her, she would simply say that there's another old bitty lined up to take her place. Maybe someone should drop a house on Nancy to improve her charm.

But nonetheless, today is a Monday and I get to look forward to being asked where the paint department is, where are the strews, and an assortment of other odd questions from customers and fellow team members. Maybe today I will be lucky and I won't get forced into being a cashier, or get hit with a 2x4, or have to listen to people complain about their jobs. Today can go smoothly and cheerfully.