Suffering from a long-weekend extreme case of the Mondays.
I'm feeling grumpy, frumpy and about 5 years old. I trudged to work this morning in the rain in knock-off Chucks and a dark blue trenchcoat that has never fit properly and makes me feel like a child wearing her Mother's coat.
Feeling like a bridge troll in all my glory, I'm waiting for a crosswalk light and one of those girls/women that seems to walk without touching the ground glides up. All 90 pounds of her in ballet flats, skinny jeans, perfect blazer, gorgeous bag and amazing hair.
Is it too late to just go back to bed?
P.S. That's not my view in the picture above, it's my manager's. From my cubicle I have a stunning view of the wall of the tower of the building next to me.
How does anyone have perfect hair on a rainy day?
ReplyDeleteAnd I also have a view of a wall of the next building over. Except I can stare right into the office of someone who never ever looks over at me. I was thinking of posting a sign for him in my window in case he did ever glance in my direction. I just can't think of the perfect sentiment to put on that sign.
Yes, it seems my mind does wander occasionally when I'm at work...
I love the idea of holding a sign up. In another building I worked at, we used to make jokes about throwing ourselves against the windows, pretending the air was being sucked out and holding up signs saying "Help". We clearly had too much time on our hands.
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