As someone who had been lucky enough to have three-day weekends almost every semester of college, having to go to work on Monday is a total downer. I finally know what my mom means when she says the weekend is never long enough…
1. The sound of your alarm.
Pressing snooze. Hearing the alarm again…and repeating this cycle until you muster up the energy to roll out of bed.
2. Getting ready.
That first look in the mirror? Yeah, probably should have taken off my make up last night. Probably also should’ve picked out an outfit yesterday, when my eyes were fully open.
3. The breakfast debate.
Do I have time to eat? Oatmeal only takes a minute, but I’m really feelin a bagel. Should I even bother eating? Well, I’ll regret it later when I’m hungry on the train. Whatever, I’ll just have coffee.
4. The commute.
The icing on the cake that is my Monday commute? The crowded train. Which runs ten minutes late almost every Monday. Major key = remembering your headphones. At least I have the second season of Serial to catch up on.
5. Getting to the office.
Knock back a few cups of complimentary coffee, answer some emails, and let the day *actually* begin. Hopefully the deli gets my salad order right at lunchtime.