It’s Monday (grumble)

Like today. It’s a Monday, that day legendary in song and joke about being such a bummer for the first day of the work week. Even before the invention of Mark Zuckerberg and the Facebook meme, there were posters:

monday mug

And a song by the Mamas and Papas claiming, “Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day.”

Of course, bad case of the mondays

“Office Space.” Always.

I’m (ahem) between jobs right now, but from May 2012 to January 2013, I had a job I really liked (can’t go into details. Confidentiality agreements, etc.): I had terrific colleagues, good, sane bosses who not only knew what they were doing but also how to deal with people effectively (how often can you say THAT?), I was getting good pay and the work was like solving a puzzle. I could work at my desk plugged into my Zune (yes, Zune) all day. I was deeply disappointed when the assignment ended and I’m just going to put it out to the Universe that I want another one just like it (Okay, if they want to pay me more, they can).

Mondays weren’t such a problem and the weeks flew by.

On the other hand, I’ve had jobs where every Sunday night, I would come down with a migraine headache and/or upset stomach (including barfing) because I had to go back into Hell the next morning (I don’t drink a lot, I don’t do recreational drugs. This was the point in my life that I started compulsive eating as a stress mechanism. I’ve gotten a lot better about it). Those weeks dragged.

Truthfully, I miss the structure of the day job: from 8-5, you know where you’re going to be, you have a rhythm to your day. There is the “you’re making someone else’s money for them” aspect, but it’s feeling  productive and knowing you’re earning a paycheck.

Right now, I’m writing the third part of the Elizabeth Gardner trilogy and it’s tough. 2013-07-14 14.37.44I’m at home, I can be easily distracted (“Bridezillas!” I detest reality TV except for “Mythbusters” and “Deadliest Catch” but there is something truly entertaining about these shrieking harpies.  You have to wonder about the saps willing to marry them) but it’s working for myself. It’s tough to keep to an 8-5 (or 9-5 if you discount a lunch hour) structure, but that’s something I need to learn. If I want to make creative writing my job (and I do), I have to treat it like one.  The paycheck doesn’t come in a week or two weeks, but one day…

And for now, I’ll just amuse myself with stuff like this…



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