I stepped out of bed and fell into the shower, I was in there only a few moments, but it felt more like an hour. I put on the coffee and microwaved my breakfast, the coffee was not hot enough and the French toast was burnt. I swallowed both down and shuffled out the door, I felt a sudden draft and realized I forgot my pants. I rushed back and danced back out the door. If I am lucky I will be at work before the boss hits the door. I get caught by every traffic light and even though I am on time, my boss gives me a ***** look as if I am way behind. I clock in and start the drudgery that I call a job. I labor under what feels like interrogation lights. It's only 1030 when I check the clock, I know that can't be right. I push through the paperwork and try to settle my mind, oh how I wish it was quitting time. Lunch time finally rolls around and I am still confused, I should have called in sick today, I have the Monday blues.