Just an Old Hippie Gypsy

What I love about Monday.

I use to hate Monday. The procrastinator in me, refined to an art, as I developed a proficiency that only grew as I grew. Monday meat fudging the weekly reports while sitting at the desk Monday, making copies of past weeklies and using the white out bottle like an artist uses a unique human hair brush to make up a week full of extraordinary calls and accomplishments. The truth being I could be extraordinary without all the BS calling on accounts. But to tell the truth, it was nerve wracking.

When I left this particular area to take a job in anther state with the same company I was given as a gift a bottle of white out. Now, there was anther reason white out was a perfectly appropriate gift because of the wreck the"boy" Brian and I had at the Blue Grass Fair where Brian tried to hide the evidence with a bottle of white out. Did not work.

It was only much later the light bulb went on and I realized I actually has fooled no one with my weekly reports!

I love Mondays because I no longer wake up the that nagging dread of heading to work (a job I truly loved) unprepared.