I don't like Mondays...even when they're Tuesdays

Here we go with the count down to Friday, all over again. I have a pile of work on my desk, one of the supervisors somehow let most of his staff terminate in the HR system then didn't get paperwork back to me to get them back in the system - so they won't get paid this payroll (I'm sure this will all become MY fault, since I didn't hold his hand and tell him explicitly what he needed to do to make sure this didn't happen, and the manager of that area acted all sorts of surprised like this could never possibly happen because he's so good at his job), I had to sit in on interviews today (one of the interviewees was quite an interesting old bird - one of her very important questions to ask was if we had a gym to work out in, and supposedly she told the manager when they were arranging the interview that she really can't use a computer...wtf, people!!), and the girl at the front desk must be invisible. A good sixty to seventy percent of the working day I don't see her at that desk. Another percentage is spent chatting with various people (read: any possibly single guy of a certain age and level of attractiveness that happens to wander in front of the door) here in the office. We sure are a functional, productive, contented group, aren't we?

Some more reasons I don't like Monday-style Tuesdays: I had a parking citation on my windshield when I left work (I left my hang-tag down for some reason - they're lucky they gave me a warning); my son left his lunch box at school (he had better hope it isn't actually LOST and is sitting in his cubby in class when he gets there tomorrow); and is it just my imagination, or is it getting dark early again? Summer just flew right by me, and we barely used the pool at all. My husband is already burning the pumpkin and apple orchard scented candles in preparation for the Autumn's festivities.

There was cake today. With oreo crumbles. I had two pieces. I am filled with shame. And oreo crumbles...

Dear co-worker with all of the junk food in her office: Please stop. I know you mean well, and it's your way of making friends. But, seriously. Please. Stop.