Mondays. Suck a**.

They do. Well, most of them anyways. And sometimes it is not only Mondays, but Thursdays, and Fridays too. It all depends on the mood of 'the man'. You know. The corporate entity that enslaves at least one of our caped crusaders by day.  Although we must admit that Fridays, as bad as the potential is, can usually be somewhat mitigated by the bender that inevitably signals the close of the day. If it's an annoyance, we peg it at a one-two martini evening. For the true train-wreck, you are looking at either a 4 cocktail start, or 3 cocktail and variable amount of vino. 

We count ourselves lucky that it isn't at the 2-3 bottle stage at this point.
But some levity aside, it has been rather difficult lately. The road we've tread on the search to find some motivation doesn't have many markers, and the landscape is looking a little bleak.  Is it time to consider other alternatives? Do we put down the backpack with all the safety supplies, walk back to the cliff, close our eyes and jump hoping that we land in water with an incredible view on the way? These are the questions that haunt us of late.  One would argue that this decision shouldn't be that difficult to make in light of not having true and scary commitments (i.e. children). But how is that so? Ensuring the castle still stands (and that we can return to it night after night), ensuring that all castle occupants are not suffering from starvation (ie. kittychow is plentiful), these are commitments aren't they? Certainly different in scope, but commitments nonetheless.
Ahh, but the wise would argue, materialistic decisions
(well, except those of the continued well being of our denizens) are those that can be altered.
In the truest of senses, reducing the vital down to the most essential of components, it is only the tribe that is utmost importance. Mental sanity stands on equal ground. And physical health would walk hand in hand with that.  And what to do when 'the man' grinds away at both like a diamond cutter with his grinding stone? Bits of dust are falling down around us each and every day. Some days, there are less particles. Other days, there is a blizzard of sparkly things.
We tire of losing so much to the diamond cutter.

Comments

[Nick]

Thank you for puting my comments up on your site:) I laugh now, cause I see how pissed off I was!!!
In sales, you never know. Monday sucked, but today i made over $3000. The week is still young!!

What kind of site is this anyway? Why do people come here?

[Nick]

I hate Mondays! I own a company that sells steak door to door. Today, they just didnt buy!!! People were so rude. Not leting me talk is a BIG thing with me. If i am at your door, be nice. If you dont want my product, fine but you dont have to be so fucking rude!!! I KNOW WERE YOU LIVE!!!!!!
Thank you, that felt good to vent.
anyone reading this:If a man comes to your door see what he has. I give a better deal then any supermarket, and a better product. People, dont be stobs,if you dont want to take five min out of your shity life, then just say no thank you when the person is done talking.