MONDAY BLUES!!!

                    Early in the morning, my alarm beeps at 07:00 exactly, I grumble and pretend it isn't there. I give it a hard whack on the head and close my eyes once again as I made the same futile promise, that I make every morning, " five more minutes" and enter my wonderful dream world. I awoke to the world's worst betrayal once more. My alarm clock grinned triumphantly and flashed the number eight straight to my face. I bolted up, my back cold, having lost the warmth that my bed had given me for the past 6 hours. Cursing myself under my breath, "OK, Monday. Let's do this", I started getting ready for the worst day of the week, MONDAY! Why is it that Monday follows such a lovely Sunday? I had to compromise my first meal of the week as a consequence OF waking up late. Summoning all of my remaining courage, I left my apartment to face the world I'd been successfully avoiding for the past few days. I strode along the sidewalk as quickly as I could to get to the bus station before the final bus left. As I was keeping an eye on the bus, I didn't see the little piece of biological stuff that would make my bad day much worse. A soft and slick banana peel, waiting on the platform for me to step on it. I followed its wish and missed the only bus that had a chance of reaching me to work on time. And here I was, about to board a cab and spend my hard-earned money, only to run into my worst nightmare. This was one of my pet peeves when it came to socializing, particularly while I was on the road. When did the world get so crowded, and where did all these people come from? This heavy traffic not only didn't assist my hungry tummy but also caused me to be furthermore late for work. I wish I had some bread with me to help me get out of this jam. Thank God for giving me a skilled cab driver; even though the route was congested, I was able to effortlessly navigate past the traffic. Clearing all of the conceivable roadblocks that would hinder my confidence and tempt me to quit, I walked into my office only to bump into the last person I wanted to see today, my boss. Getting lectured for being late, especially on Mondays was something I had become used to. I shrugged off his caustic words and headed inside to begin my day's work, hoping that this would be pre-pre-pre-pre Friday!