It's Monday

Originally posted Nov. 14, 2005

Boy is it ever Monday.

Someone threw a rock through the front door of my work yesterday, so a guy spent the morning boarding up the broken door.

Then my least favorite gadfly called and hung up when (surprise surprise) I was able to identify who it was. Man, I really HATE that guy.

Photographer came back without any enterprise art. That means no local centerpiece. Which means I had to steal an old photo from one of the sister papers to run as a centerpiece. Barf. But what else could I do?

I walked to the post office and had to wait in a long-ass line while the postal worker spent half an hour explaining to some lady how she couldn't send a letter to the Sudan with a return address of Sweden. Arrrrrgh!! I hate that post office. There's never a line shorter than 6 people when I go.

Mondays suck.