Today is one of those days. You know the ones. You are totally unmotivated because you haven't come to terms with the fact that it's Monday. Even worse, realising it's not Monday but Tuesday, after the Labour Day weekend. My brain is still on Queen Street in the 30 degrees, watching unions parade down the street, beeseeching not-sure-who to keep manufacturing jobs in Canada, or to Free Palestine, or to celebrate Tommy Douglas' legacy.
My brain is not in this body that is sitting in this office chair at my job that has yet to lose its lustre. I am as shocked as you by that statement, believe me. I'm not sure what to do with a job I can't complain about. Regardless, I am unmotivated today. I have project plans staring me in the face that I barely understand, because my brain is still singing and laughing at Superbad. Wake the fuck up brain. Seriously, I don't have time for this. It's also impossible to work when one of my office mates insists on being the loudest person on the floor out of shear over-achieveing salespersonship. Clearly, she doesn't understand that I am not awake yet. I don't anticipate being awake till noon.
Gawd, I don't want to be here today. I think it's already a write off. But I plan to come in on Saturday (wait, who said that?!).
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