Every Monday should be a holiday

Every single Monday

should be a holiday.

Then nobody

would dread a Monday.

Of course,

the evil day

would then be

those darn Tuesdays.


would ask you –

is it a case

of the Tuesday blues?

And I’m sure

we would get greedy –

four days off

sound better than just three.

So why not

include Friday?

Yeah, the weekend will be

Friday through Monday.

And Tuesdays

will have the Tuesday blues.

A three day work schedule

for me – how about you?

And that my friend

is why every Monday

cannot always be

a blessed holiday.

© 2013 ck’s days


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Mush for Brain

About the middle of last month, the blessed, wonderful HR Rep calculated everyone’s vacation time.  She noticed I had 16 hours of personal time and 48 hours of vacation time I needed to use by December 31 or lose it.  She notified my boss.  My boss notified me.

“Twist my arm!” I said.  “Guess I’ll schedule some time off.”

And so I did.

First, I started with Thanksgiving week.  That’s right.  I took the whole week off.  That accounted for three days or 24 hours.  And it was great!  I didn’t go anywhere.  However, I did work my butt off cleaning the house and getting ready for the holiday (which means company coming to visit).

Monday I went back to work.  You know me; I’m not one to give into hyperbole.  So trust me when I say, Monday was the hardest, longest, hardest day of my life.  It was one long, hard day.  Apparently, I’m still feeling the effects of brain-mush.

I arrived late (that’s not really a new thing.   Although I was hoping the week vacation would have helped motivate me getting up in the morning.  It did not).  I turned on the light to my windowless office and sighed.  It looked so dark.  I wondered if it always looks that dark (it does.  My office mate is one of those “IT” people who hate artificial light.  She had maintenance loosen the fluorescent light bulbs above her head so that they won’t turn on.  Her side of the office is always darker.  Plus, she’s on vacation so it felt extra dark.)

After sitting for a few moments staring at my blank computer monitor I realized it helps if I turn it on.  NO!  I wasn’t that bad.  Almost, but not quite.  I remembered how to turn on my computer.

However, one of the many chiefs came in to my office before 9:00 (seriously, who comes in with a problem before 9:00 Monday morning?!)  She explained the situation to me.  It sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher talking – “waa, waa, waaa, waa, waa, waa, waa.”  Let’s just say, there was a problem and if there was a giant finger pointing, it was in my direction.  Dangme.

So everything I planned to do –to get caught up – was put on hold.  I had to figure out the problem.  Not to toot my horn, but I worked out a solution…Tuesday at 4:30.  But this blog isn’t about how awesome I am for figuring it out. Although at 4:30 I really wanted to do cartwheels down the hall.

This blog is actually about the fact that I live about 14 minutes away from work.  Ten minutes into my drive home on Monday my mush-for-brain realized I left my phone at work.  There was an internal debate on whether I should go back for it or not.  Thirteen minutes into my commute I finally turned around.  I couldn’t imagine going a whole evening without my phone.  It has worked its way into my life and made itself indispensable.  Way to go, iPhone!  And a little unnerving.  I keep thinking of the villain in Spiderman 2.  Remember Doc Ock?  How those mechanical tentacle things overtook him and he became evil?  I don’t think my phone will make me do evil things.  Although, I wonder how that excuse would go over: my phone made me do it! 

But I do think I rely on my phone too much.

The remedy?  I’m going to unplug this weekend.  Or, actually, I’m going to leave it plugged into the wall.  It’s my goal to not look at my phone once after I leave work on Friday until Monday morning.  Can I do it?  I think I can get along without my actual phone features okay; it’s the 10,000 Facebook checks that might kill me. 

If I’m successful, I’ll report back on Monday.  If not, this blog never happened.

Wish me luck!