Ah Monday, where is thy sting?

Monday, the cruel joke that the universe plays on every blue collar working stiff. It is the day that starts off with the shower that takes just a little bit longer as you soak the bruises from the weekend, and take comfort from the soothing water as you begin to start 5 days of misery at a job you lost hope in. Your beard needs trimming after a weekend of unchecked growth as there is no need for a proper dress code on the weekends. The dirty laundry from the last week is still piled by the washing machine, and you can't find a clean shirt anywhere in the dresser, or on the floor, or under the bed. The car needs fuel, you are low on groceries, and you would rather be in bed, than fighting early morning traffic. The boss is on your case, any work you get done comes back, because of a new "Modification" that they forgot to mention earlier. Lunch comes and goes without telling you, but the rest of the day crawls by at a pace just slower than the previous ice age. When the clocks finally reach 5:00 you and all your brainless Zombie co-workers heard towards the door, towards the outside world and the commute away from the towers that held you captive for the last 8 hours. You get home, do laundry, buy groceries, feed the fish, eat supper, clean up, and go to bed. Monday is a bad joke.

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