I don’t have a problem with Mondays. Every day is dreadful and my life sucks. Monday is no different.

Try to bullshit my way through it and put off what i can until tuesday.

I don’t care for mondays. The worst are Sunday evenings. I usually just read to forget.

Since weekends don’t actually exist for me. Monday is just another day.

To clarify : I work five days a week at one job. On Saturday and Sunday I’m doing yard work at my place or my rental place, or I’m helping my dad in one town, or my mom in my town, or my brother at his house or at one of his rental places, or my sister in a different town, or…

Yeah weekends don’t actually exist.

I bitch and moan like the rest of us and get about an hour of work done (it’s a productive day).

I just go to work like an adult

The harder I’ve worked or more active I’ve been over the weekend the worse I feel Monday. So basically lately I don’t cope.

I see no difference between Mondays and other work days.

drugs

Around half of Monday is currently reviewing last week’s and weekend’s blessings and curses, consulting with oracles, witches, and wizards on standing up and handing off, checking the demon traps, refilling the incense holders, etc low risk rote stuff front loaded in case the weekend was rough. No meetings before 10 unless I’m talking with someone from another spacetime zone.

Schedule regular mid-morning Monday massages.

Corporate Accounts Payable, Nina speaking.

Just a moment!

I feel people don’t like Mondays because they stay up late Friday and Saturday nights and sleep in Saturday and Sunday morning. When Sunday evening rolls around they can’t get to sleep early enough and go to work Monday not well rested.

I’ve never had a problem going to work Mondays and often say at work “WOOHOO ITS MONDAY” just to see what kind of reaction I get.

I have sunday off and wednesday off, so monday and thursday share the load of being the worst day.