That word doesn’t carry quite as much dread for me as it does a lot of folks. I’ve never really felt the semi-universal trepidation about Mondays even when I was working. Now that I’m perfecting the art of sloth, the only worriment I have about the start of the week is remembering that it is the start of the week. The days tend to smudge together a bit in my personal realm of idleness.
I did apply for four jobs today. Two of the applications are essentially curriculum vitae projectiles shot into the open blue sky, but my attitude is, “What the heck? I might as well toss my name up there. What’s the worst that can happen?”
When I was working, I’d usually arrive at the office by 1:30 in the morning – radio keeps weird hours. I always found it perversely satisfying as I was driving home from work for the day that most folks were only starting their workdays.
I realize I was playing a mental game to rationalize going to work at 1 a.m., but it was comforting.
In any case, this morning I applied for jobs, Abby and I walked six miles and we spent some time enjoying the gorgeous weather at the dog park.
No telling what else I can accomplish today, even if it is Monday.
Posted by Michael Main