drive-thru monday

Sometimes I wish I could put Mondays on fast forward. It would be nice if we could just use the "drive-thru" for Mondays instead of sitting down in the lobby and have it take FOREVER to get through. Especially since Mondays seem to hate me. I mean, come on Monday, what did I ever do to you?

Now, I used to be okay with Mondays, but I think the older I get I'm finding out that the things people say about this day really are true. I never knew there was so much wisdom to be gleaned from the Garfield comic strip! That orange tabby nailed it down when he saw the evil side of Monday.

Truth.



(He also showed me the wonders and joy of lasagna. That food is tops on my list!)

So, for a Monday, today wasn't too bad (I say, as I cringe and look over my shoulder to see if Monday is listening and laughing at me as it prepares for a disastrous day the next time we meet).

I saw it's twisted smile as I helped one of the first few customers in drive-thru today before the lobby opened. This customer wanted me to do a transaction that we are not allowed to do through the drive for security purposes and time constraints. Once I explained that we would gladly be able to help her out inside after the lobby opened in fifteen minutes, I could see the joy of Monday written all over her face. *Sigh* What a beautiful thing!

Not.

I also felt we made a real connection as I sent the carrier tube back out with her stuff and she rolled her eyes at me.

I feel ya now Monday. Yep, I feel ya now.

I guess this particular day wouldn't be so horrendous if no one knew it was a Monday. I mean, if everyone thought it was Kind Tuesday or Simple Wednesday, then their attitudes wouldn't be so bad. But no. Everyone circles the first business day in bold red on their imaginary calendar and have footnotes that display which negative attitude they should show this Monday.

One day, I had the pleasure of helping a customer in the drive-thru who didn't like a certain bank rule (it had to have been a Monday, either that or this particular customer wanted more than one Monday that week.). This customer started throwing a tantrum in her car. I almost wanted to ask her if she wanted me to send out a cherry sucker to see if that would help her feel better.

>-)

When asked to please stop yelling, the response was, "I am grown, I can yell if I want!"

Please lady, yell somewhere else. You are making Monday all too real for me.

If you take nothing else away from today's post, please remember that Monday is real. It will come after you, and sometimes it tries to latch on to your Tuesday as well.

the end.

(Phew, at least I always have a good Monday! Said no human being ever.)