Monday's Sorta Suck

It was such a nice day out and I was dying in the office so I decided to take a little walk around the block a couple times on my break. A red car drove by with two boys in it and the driver had the audacity to yell and flip me the bird as he drove by. He ruined my sunshine. I quietly put a curse on his life.

Later I was washing my hands in the bathroom and caught a sight of myself in the mirror. A complete zombie. The morning and me seriously don't mix. People walk past me in the office and smile, and I think I'm smiling back, but it must be some sort of wince. My face is numb. It's no wonder that later in the day when my muscles finally do work those people have learned to look away.

But driving home sitting in my car I looked over to my left and a nice lady smiled at me so I smiled back. In traffic I often forget there are people in the cars and we all aren't acutally cars ourselves...nevermind. So, to my right this mean faced man pulled up next to me, I smiled and he did the head nod. Yeah wut up. I wonder if I'm mean faced. Unpleasant, but mean faced? Hm...

Then I got home and Dad asked me how my day was, and reflecting on the awesomeness that is office work, I gave him a short answer. And then got a lecture on how it seems like I don't like my own dad and how I'm not that friendly to him and it just hurts his feelings. Ah confrontation. I apologised for being a disappointment and ackwardly left the room to go watch tv and numb my mind for four hours.

And that's it for the Case of the Monday's.

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