Another 55 fiction.
“Some days, I wish I were dead”, she said, dysphoric like a mouse whose cheese was stolen.
This coming from someone who looks at life like a rabbit looking at a carrot farm ;if you ever saw one that is;is highly disturbing. I probed,” Which days?”
Letting out a deep sigh, she spewed. “Mondays”
This came out as my genuine distaste for Mondays. I hate the fact that I need to go back to office. Only person I have seen who is happy about a Monday is my workaholic dad. I like the pay checks but that doesn't exactly mean I love going to office.
Nevertheless I found a way to change Monday to a fun day. Come August 29th and I start my language classes for French.(I promised myself on new year I'll learn a new language).I'll have my classes every Monday and hence will actually have something to look forward on a Monday.
So to beat a Monday blue pick up something you have always wanted to do and schedule it for Monday.Voila! There will be no IHMM (I hate Monday mails).
Don't ask me where I get these ideas from.I'm a born genius.