Bloody Email Exchanges

August 8, 2014

Listening to:  Dido – No Angel

Mood:  Mischievous


Sometimes my writer’s mind spills over into my day job. Take the following Monday-morning email exchange from this week for example:


Coworker: I need to leave a little early today to pick up my car at the Honda dealership. Lucky me, I got an irreparable flat tire yesterday and had to buy new ones.


Me:  Nope, not allowed. Sorry. You must stay chained to your desk. The soul-sucking Monday god demands it.


Coworker:  Suck it.


Me:  It’s not ME saying this. It’s the soul-sucking Monday god. I hate that asshole.


Coworker:  Fucking Mondays.


Me:  I want to throw Monday out the window and watch it plunge seven stories to its bloody and gruesome death. And then I want a bus to roll over it and smear it into the pavement.  THAT is how much I hate Mondays.


Coworker: That’s a lot of rage. I just want to go back to sleep and pretend Monday isn’t a real day. I’m lazy.


Me:  That’s very passive of you, but I dig it.


Coworker: I think our different approaches to Mondays say a lot about us.


If I’m this vicious about a day of the week, you can imagine what I put my characters through.  *evil writer laugh*



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