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Oh no there we go again, back to work it is.
I hate Monday! As soon as I need to start walking that nice empty feeling I had over the weekend is totally gone.
I feel so filled-up straight away. I know I should not complain, I mean I got an office to go to, I only work 8-9 hours a day, and I am off on weekends. But I am so done with this life.
I mean as soon as we get into the office everyone is trying to outshine one another. As if they have nothing better to do than brushing up their best qualities over the weekend.
I mean seriously is this why I was created?
Everytime I need to go up those stairs I hurt my nose. In the old days the elevator was okay, but not anymore.
Nowadays everything needs to be healthy, so I need go the extra mile. And trust me those miles wear me down fast. It´s that I can´t, but sometimes after reaching the fifth I wish I could just let my tongue hang out and breathe like a dog.
Talking about dogs, I had a near-miss this morning on the way to the office.
I was not watching my step for a second and I almost stepped into a fresh pile of smelly dog dung. That wouldn´t be a first, and the worst is that you can wash it off, but that smell, it stays with you all day.
At a certain moment you start doubting if it´s really still there or if it´s your imagination. And nobody will tell you "hey dude you smell," at least not to your face.
That insecurity is killing. All you can do is think about getting home and having a long hot wash to ensure that the sent you can´t get out of your nose is only your imagination playing tricks on you.
Still, the next day going back to the office you want to kick yourself for not doing that sniff test because you were in a hurry again.
Seems I am always in a hurry to get to that office, an office where I don´t even wanna go. I am made to go there and waste my time till I am old, wrinkly, and soon to be thrown out.
Back when I started there at least they had the decency to put that little bit of social distancing between me and that thing that determines what I need to do.
Just a little bit of fabric that protected me from being in direct contact with that occupier. But nowadays even that bit of comfort is gone, I need to deal with the naked truth as if I was some kind of freaking flip-flop!
Maybe that´s it? Maybe I am just jealous, especially during this hot sweaty summer period.
I think that´s it!
I think I know why I have been feeling so low, so close to the ground lately:
I don´t wanna be an office shoe anymore, I wanna live that easy life. Why? Why, couldn´t I be a flip flop and have a lifelong holiday?
Hope you enjoyed the read for this week's #weekend-engagement, I loved the challenge. Let me know in the comments when you figured it out.