It’s extremely rare for me to have a “case-of-the-Mondays,” as it’s sometimes called (if you’ve ever seen Mike Judge’s “Office Space” you know exactly what I’m talking about here). In fact, I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever had a Monday go bad right from the start.
Actually, this particular “case-of-the-Mondays” kicked-off on Saturday when my Voodoo Mystics gig was spontaneously canceled, but that’s a blog for another day.
For starters, I didn’t sleep all that well last night (always a bad way to start the week), awake at 3 a.m. and never really getting back to sleep. Add to that a car that’s (still) leaking transmission fluid, the current lack of funding when it comes to fixing the thing and my completely unnecessary (and decidedly strange) use of the word “an” lately (another long and inexplicable story), and I think you see what I mean.
This has been a Monday for the ages, so to speak, one that only got worse once my lunch hour rolled around. And yes, if you’re a gambler, and wagered it had something (else) to do with my car, well, you’ve just hit the jackpot, go play the lotto it’s your lucky day.
I’ll admit I was more than ready for a little break from the office when the clock struck noon. As I said, it’s just been one of those days. Hurriedly, I packed-up my work camera and Professional Reporters Notebook (I try not to go anywhere without both on hand) and headed for the infamous Green Machine. I hopped in (the driver side door has since been repaired since the sheep incident – see a previous blog of mine titled “Holy Sheep” for more details), started it up and off I went.
I made it about ten feet.
Yes, it seems that – once again – my (hated) beloved means of transportation is out of commission. And seeing as I know very little (nothing at all) about cars, it looks like she’s going to stay that way for a couple of days, at least until I can get my uncle, a regular car genius, to look into the matter. It’s depressing, to say the least, considering I’ve been having nothing but trouble with it for the past couple of months (and no, I haven’t had any run-ins with wandering mobs of sheep lately).
Needless to say, it’s been one case after another of insult to injury today and, personally, it can’t end soon enough. And at this point – at least when it comes to the car – well, I’d simply like to blow the thing up. Our newest addition here in the newsroom, Julian, even offered to help, in an effort to cheer me up.
I realize, of course, what a bad idea that would be, but I have to admit, it’d be a fitting end to the day.