A typical Monday morning at my house.
The alarum rings
And up she springs
Although she’d rather sleep in.
Back to work
She has to go
To tame the debts she’s deep in.
Downy pillows call him back, and horizontal beckons,
But vertical’s what’s needed now to git ‘er done, he reckons.
It’s Monday morning,
Dull and drear,
And grownups get their butts in gear.
Shuffle to the shower, run the water hot as lava.
Then off to join the throng of zombies
Lurch in search of java.
He hops a train, she hails a cab, he stumbles to the bus.
By car, by foot, by Bat mobile; it’s me, it’s you, it’s us.
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,
gotta do, gotta do, gotta doobie, doobie do.
Duty calls; we answer
And stick with it, thin or thick.
All hail the Monday grownup,
For we didn’t call in sick.
Peg-o-Leg's Ramblings 
HA-HA!!!!So true!!!My story!!!
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It’s a common refrain this morning.
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Oh, I love it…and as you know, I am a connoisseur of rhyme, a purveyor of poems…
I am enjoying a work from home day thanks to Tropical Storm Isaac…The commute is much nicer.
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Wait a minute – we had a little rain here, yesterday, why didn’t I get the day off??? You Floridians ALWAYS get the days off and we Illinoisans don’t. Obviously geographical favoritism.
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Obviously…but I had to endure 48 hours of Al Roker and the Weather Channel Gang, so I think it’s only fair. “Tropical storm/hurricane preparations” is code for lay in a good supply of liquor, pray work gets cancelled, and lay around in pajamas all weekend…
My employer closed the place down for today, based on information they had on Friday afternoon. It was one of those damned if you do, damned if you don’t kind of situations.
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You know what’s best, so feather that nest
And don’t let down the folks
Whose very endurance, depends on insurance
And the indemnity it invokes.
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Insurance poetry! You sure do know the way to a gal’s heart, Al.
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I was impressed, fer sure! That Al is such a talent.
By the way, is he retired?
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I would assume so. If not, he’s either self-employed or soon to be unemployed.
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I too, arose from slumber deep,
To drive to work today.
My house, my car, I hope to keep
And so I earn my pay.
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Why, oh why must we work at such drudgery when we were CLEARLY meant to spend our time (paid) thinking deep thoughts?
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Weekends like summers,
Slip right past,
We wonder where they went,
Gobs of free time,
Shot to hell,
It’s time to make the rent,
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Where DID this summer go? I didn’t backpack Europe as planned…30 years ago. Maybe next summer.
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Cleaning out the garage today just so I can cross something off my summer to do list before the end.
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Criminy – the garage would be a week-long project for me!
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*cough cough*
*sniff sniff*
I don’t know…
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Oh, well, if you’re really sick, SIG, that’s OK then.
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Love this!
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Love it/hate the day. Unless you work weekends, then everything is freaky and you hate Fridays – how weird would THAT be?
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Working weekends would be freaky to me too! I’ll stick to my banker’s hours and just have a case of the Mondays. 🙂
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I think if I had a bat mobile I’d be willing to go just about anywhere.
Never mind. My bed is awesome.
Well… maybe if there was a side car for Uncle Jesse. Is there room to negotiate another verse?
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You’re right – a Batmobile improves every commute, as long as The Joker isn’t dogging you.
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Very clever and rhymey. Love the picture of you and Mr., especially the twin beds!
Talk about a Monday – today was a tough one for me but I survived.
Things don’t look that good for next year for our program. Nothing for sure yet, but the writing is on the proverbial wall. Sigh…
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Oh no! They dumped that on you already? Jeez…as if the first day back wasn’t stressful enough. I’m keeping a good thought/prayer that it doesn’t come to pass.
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Aw, Peggles. You’re a poet and didn’t even realize! Um, or something.
Yeah, I sure do have a case of the Mondays over here as well. But, um, yeah . . . can you work this weekend and get the TPR report out? Alright then.
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My case of the Mondays somehow extended itself into Tuesday. I hate when that happens.
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I haven’t been sleeping well lately, and am going back to work (I teach). I can’t believe I’m going to drag in to the first day back looking worse than I did when we left.
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Amen, teacher. Today was the first teacher day back for me, students start next Tues., first Tuesday after Labor Day. The legislature passed that law some years ago, to placate the travel industry in the beautiful state of Michigan. It really is beautiful.
But so was Maine, our travels last week. Sigh.
Summer over already.
Oh well, we spent lots of money. Cooked lots of lobster (@ $4.00/lb you cook), propped up the Bass Harbor and Bar Harbor economy with shopping and libating. Or, something like that. It was our duty and our pleasure! Maine was fun and stunning.
Back to teaching.
Best of luck to all of us this year!
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So no kids for a week? Hope the first week back isn’t too hot. Did you bring 20 pounds of lobster back in your cooler?
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I think you teachers really have a love/hate thing going with back to school. Kind of like the students, eh?
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Peg-O, Is this ditty sung to the tune of “Off to Work We go?” This blah Monday is nothing a can of icy Redbull and few Hershey bars wouldn’t take care of. Pop that top. You’re burnin’ daylight.
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The Hershey bars part is where I get in trouble. You wouldn’t know about that, you svelte thing!
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Mondays SUCK, but then so do Tues, Wed, Thurs and Fri. 🙂
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Unless you have to work weekends. Then it’s a week-long suck-o=rama!
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If work just had a hair and make-up station, I might just bound out of bed and get there early.
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Movies stars have it so easy, don’t they?
Georgette, it was so weird and funny reading a comment on Big Sheep’s blog that was directed at you from a former student – kind of like being stalked in the blogosphere!
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Yikes! I did notice that. Wasn’t a former student of mine–a former student of the high school where I taught. Teachers are so visible when you add up 38 years of teaching x conservatively 125+ per year not to mention the ones you didn’t have.
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A little Frank Sinatra always helped with my zombie shuffle.
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I love Frank. And his reincarnations: Harry Conick and Michale Buble. All 3 are some of my 23-year-old daughter’s favorites (she’s an old soul in some regards).
Hope your snotty head and body situation is improving, Sandy.
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I’m retired.
Don’t have to fret about getting fired.
But I’m still up
By five o’clock
And still can’t get through reading all these freaking blog posts (I know I should work in the word tired, but I’m exhausted and I’m not a poet).
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How could you NOT work in the word “tired” to complete that poem? And then to go ahead and mention it anyway? You left me hanging like in that movie “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” where they couldn’t NOT complete the old chestnut: Shave and a haircut…
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I choose to think of it as a technique rather than lack of talent or just laziness. 😐
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Pitch perfect! I don’t want to be a grown-up. This is why I’ve formed developmentally-stunted alter egos, 1979-Angie and 1982-Angie.
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Oh, my gosh. That starting image! How am I supposed to read the words? Bwahaha!
Okay, okay. I read the words. I giggled. I said a little prayer of thanks that it is Tuesday evening, and that I have but two more days of work standing between me and a five-day weekend.
Maybe next (working) Monday morning I’ll think of this and feel a little less grumbly about Monday? 😉
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May I quote you?
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I wish you would.
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I’m still on the job hunt Peg. So I look forward to getting back to the grind. 🙂
Got to pay the bills somehow. This blogging just isn’t cutting it. hehehe
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I don’t get that! Don’t you rake in gazillions of $$ from this enterprise? I do. In fact, I just lit a costly Cuban cigar with a $100 bill – like usual.
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Your poetry rocks it, Peg. 🙂
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This Tuesday was even worse, but it sounds kind of ungrateful to complain after a long weekend.
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Yeah, but if you’re gonna complain, do it joyfully…with poetry!! LOL
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Excellent post. Exactly what I feel on Monday 🙂
–aNti
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