Monday, May 08, 2006

Why I love Monday

1. Somehow, the weekend erases all conversations had on Friday afternoon about what needed to be loaded, where you need to be and what you need to do on Monday morning. "I left the list in my wife's car" makes it even better.

2. Planning to get to the office at 7 because I knew this is what happens.

3. A fender bender on the OTHER side of the road that doubles the commute time. Damn rubberneckers. Its OK I'm sure...we talked about what was going on today on Friday.

4. A call at 7:15 (while I'm busy tailgating a rubbernecker) asking "Hey, how was your weekend? What do we need to do today? I'm on the road headed south."

5. "You have your punch list. Why don't you start with that?"

6. "Its in my wife's car." Click.

7. Finally get to work. Start the coffee. Read the "very important" emails that came in over the weekend. Laugh...but reconsider my girth and the fortitude of my hairline.

8. 7:45 RING. "We're here, what do we need to do?" Try starting with the things on your list!

9. OK...I can see how this day is going to go. Put on babysitter hat...and "why did we hire you" socks.

10. Go out to the shop. Collect everything that was on the list (from memory) but I did double check the list that we made together, just in case. Get in truck and make a delivery to a foreman recently hired who keeps asking why he isn't being given more responsibility.

11. Waste an entire morning telling grown men the EXACT same thing we talked about on Friday afternoon.

What do y'all think? Am I wrong to be upset? Is the typical American employee incapable of of grasping the concept of personal responsibility? Do they not understand that "The Man" is staying up late at night and getting up early in the morning trying to figure out how to make some money so their paychecks don't bounce?

And for the record...Molly and Tess are pissed too. "No, we can't go to the park to pick up chicks. I've got work to do."

"Yea right...I'll be waiting here. Let me know when that park thing works out for you."


Snow White said...

Awwww... great picture! And I know exactly where you're coming from with your anger, but hey, I teach sophomores! Maybe some of mine are related to some of yours! LOL Gotta love Monday!

Grins said...

I was trying to avoid the work email and such for a few minutes more but now that I've read this post I know I can't delay it any longer. Time for me to deal with much of the same things here at my own office. Molly, I'd rather be on the sofa too.

Southern Fried Girl said...

So you want them to show up AND work? Dude, what are you thinking?

Did you seriously just use the phrase "pick up chicks" in speaking to your dog?

The pup looks incredibly comfy.

Okie said...

Lazy. Ass. People.

Reminds me of the old saying that says something like if all the world's wealth was equally distributed, and we started over in a capitalistic society, in a generation the "haves" would have it again.

Adam said...

SW- You are our first line of defense...parents these days aren't getting the job done.

Grins- If it weren't for spam, I don't think I'd ever get mail from hot, sexy coeds wanting me to go check out there websites.

SFG- Its true. I really don't like my dogs. I just keep them around so I can meet hot, sexy coeds.

Okie- I'd bet it would only take a couple years for the "evil" Haves to take, no, EARN it all back.

Southern Fried Girl said...

You are a mess but thanks for showing the Tam some love. I feel so bad for her and that situation.

Southern Fried Girl said...

PS - if I believed that crap about your dogs, I'd be right over to pick them up.

Tammy said...

Yet another reason why I hate people. :)