Monday Morning - Tired and Cranky

It's Monday morning and I'm tired and cranky, having worked the whole weekend, I think I have a right. I can hear the sweet-n-low sound my branch manager's voice and I shut my door to my office. A luxury I have in exchange for a crappy salary. Making my way to work today, the inspiration was this desk, door, 2 windows and 3 chairs where I spend my week days. At this time in the week, I fear that I will hear any ring of cheer, real or fake joy, will set me on the wrong path for just another work week, so I hide. Its overcast and moisture is looming but I had to wear my sunglasses on my morning underground commute. The thought of looking someone in the eyes was too much to bear at 9 AM on this gloomy Monday morning.

It's still Monday morning and although my body is weary, my mind is a myriad of simple truths. I used to not drink coffee, but as the years have rolled on, my working life magically continues. I've stopped imbibing so many pleasure substances and traded them with innocuous un-vices with seemingly positive benefits. I'm not bitter yet, I'm just working harder to be entertained. There's this guy that I see every week somewhere on my morning trek to the civic center of my realm and he always wears bow ties and it vexes me so. Bow ties, antiquated, and for a good reason. In my alter ego, I am the fashion police and the sight of this corny accessory kills me silently whenever we cross paths. I admire his wardrobe courage but it doesn't suit his face.

It's Monday morning and nothing much has changed for me. I am still responsible for the same tasks I was last week. I am still pondering senseless endeavors and insignificant humans. When I first moved here, almost 2 years ago, I touched a man on the subway and he told me he didn't like to be touched. I didn't pursue him with intention, it was just one of those things that happens when you stick a billion people next to the sewer. At the time, I was perplexed by his forward get out of my space tone, but now when I groan from the lack of head room, I understand. I wore sunglasses this morning to hide. I closed my office door and nestled inside where I can spread my arms at both sides. It's Monday morning and I'm tired and cranky...