Ah, we meet again, Monday. Hey--you know what, Monday? You suck just as much as last Monday, or maybe even as much as the Monday before. It doesn’t even feel like I had a glimmer of a weekend, and all of the sudden I’m back at the office.
I guess this is what it’s like to be an adult. If this were high school, or even college, I’d have slept in today—maybe I’d have come to class 30 minutes late with coffee for the teacher, so as not to be marked down for my tardiness. I’m pretty sure I could come in 30 minutes late with a coffee for my boss and it’d be fine, but it’s just not the same. You can’t skip meetings like you can skip classes. And you don’t get to be “sick” any time you feel like laying on the Commons or going to the mall instead of tending to your responsibilities. I mean, what?? I never did any of that in school, Mom, don’t worry.
But in all seriousness, today I wish I could pull a Ferris Bueller and BOUNCE. Remember that classic scene where Ferris pulls up in front of the school in that red car, pretending to be Sloane’s father? I always wished I had some cool, rebellious boyfriend who’d rescue me from class and take me on a whirl-wind adventure into the city. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t expect my boyfriend to pick me up from work in his hatchback and drive off into the sunset. That would be unrealistic. Tim’s no Ferris Bueller, but he’s still pretty bad-ass—he reads sci-fi novels AND he watches “Fish Warrior” on the Discovery Channel, so take that, Fonzie.
|Graphite sketch, Joa Stenning. Oct. 2011|