I'm not usually one for a case of the Mondays, but it's only 8.49am and I'm already set to climb back into bed and hide from the world. I couldn't wake up with my first alarm and then the second did not sing at the appropriate time. My shuffle was dead, forcing me to listen to thumping baselines as I scooted along. Water from residents oversoaking their balcony plants drenched me as I rode through the French Quarter. Upon opening my scooter seat, I found that red beans and rice had leaked all over my bag (including my new 80-count box of tea). As I hustled to make the six block walk, a cop stopped me to lecture me about riding on the sidewalk, causing me to clutch my dripping bag to my almost-new fleece, which will cause me to smell like chipotle for the rest of the day. And then, upon checking my email, yay--two new job rejections!
Please, give me some good news, or at least tell me of your worst Monday horror stories.