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.