Like all Americans, I hate Mondays. It’s the day of return to responsibility, obligations, chores, e-mails, phone calls, research, organizing, diplomacy, grunt work – on and on until the sun sets on yet another Friday. Since I’m self-employed, you’d think Mondays would be easier. They’re not.
My Mondays involve wracking my brain for the week’s content. It involves creating lists of all the things I forgot to do last week and need to do this week. It involves reaching out to people who probably don’t want to hear from me, and it involves scheduling time to do all the crap I really don’t want to do. Mondays mean reminding myself that I ought to be working on weekends in order to keep my daily responsibilities manageable. Then it means shooting myself in the foot with a stubborn, “F-that! I’m not working on weekends!” For me, hell will be where every day is a Monday.
What do Mondays mean to you?
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anyone know what happened on saturday on ave z between coney island and east 11th?
it was blocked off with a lot of police activity
We heard there was a stabbing. I was out of the neighborhood so I couldn’t go to the scene, and we haven’t been able to get any additional info. Since you reminded me, I’ll put up a separate post seeing if anyone knows anything. Thanks.
Last that I checked journalists and bloggers work 24/7 and only rest when the computer dies or the internet is down. What am I doing wrong?
Thanks, Ray. Maybe you’d like to grind my face into the mud as well?
Mondays suck, period. They were meant to. Fridays suck also. Saturdays are cool.
Ditto on the Mondays suck.
Now let me tell you about my Sunday.
Thanks to this site I met some wonderful people from B.I.G.
Because I complain about the filth in the area I decided to help out cleaning and weeding. We (6) did 2 areas in about 6 hours. It is work but we talk and joke have a coffee and bagel break and the time passes.
So I go home afterwards for a well deserved shower.
I go out at 6pm, return home at 8pm to discover 3 F______
low life punks tagged up my garage.
Made me feel like the neighborhood is not worth the effort.
I hoped these little pieces of shit would own something of value some day and know what it feels like to have someone mess with it.
The path they are on I doubt their lives will amount to much.
Today Monday I feel that because of the effort and constant responsibility B.I.G. has shown for 19 years I will turn the other cheek and still offer my help.
I spoke to Richie from B.I.G. today just to tell him of the irony and the man offered to come paint over the graffiti.
I still am bitter but I am also glad the punks were not there when I got out of my car with my shovels. At least one would of limped away.
Clare, this unfortunately has always been, both here and anywhere else. It’s why I’ve never liked Halloween, it brings out the worst behavior in some kids. And it doesn’t end on Halloween if it’s on a Friday or Saturday. I saw a bunch of kids that were throwing eggs at passerby yesterday. It’s one of the few times I wouldn’t have minded having a cell phone.
The punk kids are the minority of all communities. They have always made it bad for the good kids.
Garfield hated Mondays. The cat not the president. There was that episode where he wished for no mondays. And freaked out. I think he ate some bad lasagna. Anyway, he realized Mondays are necessary and not that bad.
No one ever asked President Garfield his opinion on Mondays. One of history’s great losses.