Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Why Mondays should be outlawed

Did you ever have on eof those days where the things just pile one after the other? You think to yourself that it just couldn't get any worse and it does.

Welcome to this past Monday in my world.

You all know I was sick over the weekend. I wasn't in work Friday, nor did I go last Wednesday because the baby was sick, and I took a half day last Tuesday for her doctor's appointment. So out of five days, I was in work for half.

I still felt sick Monday but I couldn't afford another day off from work. It wasn't a financial thing but a workload thing. If I'm not in, the work waits til I get there. I knew I was going to face Mount Backlog and I didn't want to delay it any longer than I have.

I could not even move Monday morning. I stayed in bed for an extra hour and a half after the alarm went off. I figured on "better late than never". So now I am late for work and I am sick.

I couldn't find my only set of car keys. Twenty minutes later, I found them ... on the hook ... where they belong. Ah.

After getting me and the baby ready for the day, we start to pull out of the driveway. I hear the familiar thump-thump-thump.


Rear passenger tire is as flat as ... well ... a really flat tire.

Called AAA for service. Now I'm sick and late and I have to get a tire repaired.

It was a nail (damn road construction). My mechanic, who is expensive but good, fixed it with a plug for under $20. O.K., we're on the road. I'm back to being sick and late.

I drop off the baby at school. No big to do there.

I get to work. I work in my office and look at my desk. My in basket was cracked and sagging under the weight of work waiting for me. I had twentysome e-mails and, for the first time in a while, most were important. My immediate boss tells me that I have to prepare verification of account letters for our auditors. It sounds simple but it's really a pain in the keester. Top that littel morsel off with us switching banks at work. Again, sounds like a "whatever". It's a big deal to me. That's two banks I have to get daily info from and put into our system. Add to that the fact I hadn't received any bank info on the new bank and we opened the account in July. And when did i fianlly get the info? That's right ... the day I was out. That was a backlog from Hades. I was depositing receipts in the wrong bank ledger, putting credit cards in the old ledger, etc. I turned a posting that normally takes twenty minutes into an hour and half chore. And I had two days worth to catch up.

I finally caught up this afternoon at, no lie, 4:54PM. I was lucky I could blog yesterday. Blogging was out today (bastards). I'm lucky I got out of work on time.

Back to normal tomorrow. Well, my version of normal anyway.


Piggy and Tazzy said...

My Mondays are spookily similar.

So are my Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays.

I realised a long time ago that I'm one of lifes scatterbrained crew.

Shall we start a club?

tescosuicide said...

I'm suddenly reminded of the Boomtown Rats... Mondays do in fact suck, almost as bad as Tuesdays!

Piggy and Tazzy said...

Is it tomorrow yet?

Maidink said...

taz and pig - I'm sensing you really want to start a club.

If we do, it has to sound cool or else no one will join.

tesco - Tuesday is as bad as Monday ... just to a slightly lesser degree.

taz and pig part two - actually no, as of this comment, it's not. Now if we lived in New Zealand, Happy Thursday!!

Tazzy and Piggy said...