I love the smell of Tuesdays in the morning...

Ah, the fresh smell of Tuesday. It’s like Monday, without the hangover or the rest of the week staring back at you. I can’t help but look back at the weekend that just passed on Mondays. You wish it was Friday again and it’s not and you have to get back in the groove at work and you can’t and everyone that left things until the last minute on Friday now needs you to be a team player (you’re a team player aren’t you Johnson?) and it would be just awesome if your could really help them out of a jam and I know you are busy but that project can wait for a minute and can you please get this done right the hell now.

Of course that only applies only if they are merely a coworker. Otherwise an whole new dynamic applies and you find yourself ordered to cover your boss’s buttocks again because they forgot something that was critically important to the big sales proposal to the gazillion dollar client and he / she / it catches you right before the clock strikes five pm on Friday and the next thing you know…

“Yeah….. I’m gonna need you to come in on Saturday to work on those TPS reports, ok? Yeah, great, thanks. Oh and I’m going to need you come in on Sunday too ok? Great….”

Someone hypnotize me.

Please.

I have to admit that I didn’t have those problems this Monday. I was just unable to get in gear. Like a ‘71 Datsun with a bad clutch, I was grinding gears and stalling out all day long. Ever have that feeling? I hope your weekend was groovy. Mine was blissfully uneventful, although I did discover this ghetto fabulous flea market in the north side of town. Reminded me of Graham Avenue in Brooklyn, except indoors, half empty, with a water pond, and with this old lady singing "Love is a battlefield".
It was cool.
She had this massive array of old concert speakers, probably a closeout special from some 70's KISS concert garage sale. No one was listening to her...
Except for me of course.
I had “Love is a battlefield” stuck in my head all freakin day after that.
Bought Chicken Little for the kids, they liked it. I thought it was ok, no finding Nemo or Toy Story but it was funny.
Except for the Spice Girls tunes they included. That song was bad enough coming from the Spice Girls (I don’t care how cute they were...) but when it's sung off-key in a kids movie? That's just wrong.
Now my youngest daughter is walking around the house singing "if you wanna be my lover..."
Ugh. I have a headache now.
They also included “I will survive”.

You have been forewarned.