I hate Monday morning.
It will soon be dinner time though. ( lunch to the posh fuckers)
Then after an afternoon skiving probably it will be going home time.
I will have forgotten hating Monday morning and will have my tea. ( dinner for the posh fuckers.)
The one shining light all day, and, every day though is that my hatred of Mondays comes and goes whereas the constant hatred of the deluded, banner bastards goes on and on and on and on and on.
Off to work.
As you were Blues.
CTID.
I'm sure there was one comment on Red Cafe where the poster said they were thinking of taking the whole summer off work because they can't cope. Hahaha.