Remember when you woke up this morning feeling relatively fresh but then got mobbed as soon as you stepped into the office and opened your email to find a scary number beside your "inbox" button?
Look up. That's you.
I bet you didn't even have time to finish your coffee. It's probably sitting on your desk right now looking lukewarm and lonely. No one needs lukewarm coffee. Throw it away right now.
You probs don't even have time to throw it in the garbage because this is you right now. Monday you looks like this:
Crushed. Beaten. Emotionally violated. Send help.
Your boss is probably on your back too. You didn't file those documents on Friday like you promised because you were too eager to hit happy hour with everyone ($8 beer and shot deal, it can't be beaten).
Now she's all up in your grill and ain't nothing gonna silence her but hard work. Like, unusually hard work. Try twice as much input as your normal Monday, then times it by four. That 7 pm reservation at the small Italian place you and your significant other love so much can be canceled right now, because tonight you're working late.
That 7 pm reservation at the small Italian place you and your significant other love so much can be canceled right now, because tonight you're working late.
And you haven't even checked your spam folder yet. Yep, some serious emails from last week accidentally slid into your spam, so now you've gotta deal with them as well. Soz.
The pic came straight out of the Chiefs-Falcons game in Atlanta yesterday (a 29-28 win for the Chiefs, btw).
Embrace the photo. Be one with it. Come back to work tomorrow with a fresh mind and ATTACK THE DAY, SON.