The first day of this work week was dread Monday, but out of kindness to my friends, I didn’t post another negative “I hate Monday” message lest anyone accuse me of having a bad attitude. My reward: That Monday was the Monday from Hell! I’d have to go back to January or February of this year to recall a Monday so raw and disconcerting. As a result, henceforward, I will never hold back on denouncing Monday for the evil that Monday is to those who rise for work on this darkening day of the week.
In fact, for the balance of this phase of my career in public education ending a year from now, I will no longer call Monday by its proper name: Those first-days shall be henceforth known as V-Daze, the “V” standing for vituperation, and the homophonic daze more aptly descriptive of the mental condition that workday Mondays evoke than regular days.
In the end, I resolve to pronounce no kind utterance toward the first day of the work week for the next year, save when those days fall on holidays or vacations. Enough said!