“Did you have a good weekend? You all ready for work?”
Well, no. As a matter of fact, I’m not.
I would love to tell you that I am. Ready for work, that is. But the truth is, I am woefully unprepared.
I meant to be. I meant to be ready. But there was watching movies I'd already seen on Friday night. And then there was the washing and folding bonanza that was Saturday. There was the writing, the cooking, the refrigerator detailing, the transporting of the cats to their tap-dancing lessons.
Would you believe I completely forgot to leave time to get worked up about being a productive member of corporate America?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m one punctual and competent SOB; but I’m no good at that “You all ready for work?” question. It just doesn’t seem that there’s a good answer to it.
Small talk is not my forte.
I should work on having prepared answers.
“Work? I’m at work?”
or
“Ready for work? Oh, now, yeah. I can’t remember what they called it, but the doctors said that I can continue with my regular routine as long as I use a hand sanitizer and don't – oh, shoot – have you seen my face mask?”
or
“Yep! All ready for work! Say, could you cover for me for a couple hours this afternoon? The police – well, the less you know the better; but now that they’ve got the court order they’re going to take that sample whether I like it or not.”
It’s so important to have a good attitude, don’t you think?
Happy Monday, everyone.
Well, no. As a matter of fact, I’m not.
I would love to tell you that I am. Ready for work, that is. But the truth is, I am woefully unprepared.
I meant to be. I meant to be ready. But there was watching movies I'd already seen on Friday night. And then there was the washing and folding bonanza that was Saturday. There was the writing, the cooking, the refrigerator detailing, the transporting of the cats to their tap-dancing lessons.
Would you believe I completely forgot to leave time to get worked up about being a productive member of corporate America?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m one punctual and competent SOB; but I’m no good at that “You all ready for work?” question. It just doesn’t seem that there’s a good answer to it.
Small talk is not my forte.
I should work on having prepared answers.
“Work? I’m at work?”
or
“Ready for work? Oh, now, yeah. I can’t remember what they called it, but the doctors said that I can continue with my regular routine as long as I use a hand sanitizer and don't – oh, shoot – have you seen my face mask?”
or
“Yep! All ready for work! Say, could you cover for me for a couple hours this afternoon? The police – well, the less you know the better; but now that they’ve got the court order they’re going to take that sample whether I like it or not.”
It’s so important to have a good attitude, don’t you think?
Happy Monday, everyone.
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28 comments:
Don'y mean to pry, but I have always assumed that, if it were true, you'd be a DOB. But of course you're not. Us SOB's have an image to protect after all.
We just need to fix that sentence. Let's put "to drink?" in place of "for work?"
"You all ready to drink?" is a sentence I could answer - and I think I speak for you here, too, Pearlie - with a resounding
"Yes! Yes I am!"
:) Happy Monday.
Silliyak, I was also a paper boy at one time. :-)
Dawn, AH! Amazing how re-framing a question affects the enthusiasm of the answer!!
Indeed it is; and you have one great attitude!
There is a hole in your story. Nobody's going to believe for one minute that Liza Bean takes Tap Dancing.
Maybe around questions but there is no school for that.
Hari Om
...and top of the morning to you too, m'dear!! A little shuffle, a little shiffle, give the lips 'red truffle' and the collar a riffle. You'll be aces, kiddo! They're all so busy trying to work out their own answers you'll have 'em all fooled.
&*> YAM xx
Anyone who has spent her weekend detailing a refrigerator and transporting cats to their tap-dancing lessons should get a pass for the first few hours on Monday. Maybe later.
Monday morning small talk- don't see much of a use for it. Although if it was talk about the cat's dancing lessons, I'd be a willing participant.
We work Tuesday thru Friday most weeks. I won't have my Monday until tomorrow.
It will be much longer before I will be "happy" or "ready". I will, however, fake my way through it.
Can I please use those lines you posted? I can give you full credit for them or keep it on the down-low in case there is blame.
This is like "how are you" in that no one wants to know the real answer. "Fake it 'til you make it" is the best advice I ever heard :)
P. S. So if tap-dancing is on the weekends, when is ballet?
Retiring early makes Monday just another day. I now dread Saturdays.
Would you believe the phrase "would you believe" has been floating up from my mushy brain lately?
Maxwell, get outta my brain; . . . and you , quit encouraging him.
Our only problems with Monday mornings was that they always seemed to start earlier than any other day of the week. (Had absolutely nothing to do with the weekends' activities.) With retirement, however, any day can start whenever the heck we want it to start. For some unexplained reason, it's usually even earlier than prior to retirement. A cruel little joke of nature: when circumstances allow us to sleep in, our bodies rarely allows it.
The first one is shortest and most Mondayish.
You all ready for work? NO!! I'm going home.
The whole first 3/4 of this could be me. Scary, ain't it?
What Susan Flett-Swiderski said. I'm not retired just yet, but I am still sleeping my way through six months of accumulated leave. and giving serious thought to not going back.
We need video of those tap-dancing lessons!!
The only good response to the question, "Are you ready for work?" is a pie in the face.
Whenever I'm at a concert and the guy up stage yells, "Are you ready to rock?!" I always shout back, "No, give us a few more minutes!"
Yeah, I'm lame that way.
In all that one thing caught me tap dancing cats now that I want to see please post photo.
Merle.......
Happy Monday, I hope it ended up being a good one
I so seldom had a good attitude when I went to work on Monday. Friday, at about 4pm, I started to perk up. I always thought that the best half hour of the week was my ride home from work on Friday. I loved the anticipation of two great days, and even if they didn't turn out the way I hoped, there was still that great half hour.
Monday Monday, can't trust that day,
I love being old and retired. Sometimes, I have no idea exactly which day it is.
Love, love, love your attitude(s).
This was funny.............
"How can i be ready for something I know nothing about---werk? What does that word mean?"
Being ready for work is way over-rated, I think. I'd much rather be surprised. My question is, "Is work ready for me?" :-)
Hope you are having a good week, Pearl.
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