I think it’s a lot like when you buy a new car, and then you start to notice how many similar cars there out there just like yours.  There aren’t any more cars like that today than there were yesterday, you are just more aware of them.

Same thing for Mondays.  I’d doubt there is anything to an actual Monday problem, as it’s just an arbitrary system of time management applied to a very regularly occurring solar event.

You as a fan of “Office Space” are more acutely aware of having “a case of The Mondays”

- Posted on Monday, April 30, 2007 at 12:42 [ Permalink to this comment ]

I actually like Mondays. I don’t have a Google Security card, cycle to work (which makes some of the other items irrelevant) and have my own espresso cup, ha!

I’ve found that a lot of the unpleasantness that you start to build up when things go wrong is self-induced. The problem comes when you start to take small things that go wrong so seriously that you get nervous and stressed-out. Sure, things can go wrong, laugh and go on to the next. So the shuttle got stuck in traffic, what does it change if you frown and get all up-tight, in a bad mood and angry (at what?)? It’s not like the accident will get cleared up any quicker. Take a deep breath, smile, make whatever important calls you have to make and get on with life.

Mondays are not going to get better if you assume they will always be miserable (and expect it from the start).

- Posted on Monday, April 30, 2007 at 14:40 [ Permalink to this comment ]

...and why do I have so many Johns as cool contributors to my blog?  Ah, thankfully that’s a happier question than my earlier ones :D

JohnWeb, good catch on the Office Space reference, and yep, I think indeed much of this deals with perceptions.

JohnMu, thankfully I do tend to approach most days (and most things) optimistically, so I hope and expect for the best.  I agree with you that managing to chuckle at one’s misfortune is often healthy medicine.  That and (as I hope to do later today) work off some of the frustration in the gym.  Then you’re less stressed, minus calories, and… often sore enough that your attention is transferred to your aching muscles instead of the other little things .

- Posted on Monday, April 30, 2007 at 15:02 [ Permalink to this comment ]

Actually Adam, if you’d have thought of this a year ago, and put out a book on the topic, then “The Secret” could have been yours (along with the cash that the author is raking in).

- Posted on Monday, April 30, 2007 at 16:41 [ Permalink to this comment ]

Well, your plight makes me think of my favorite saying..

Life is all about tush, you’re either working it off, covering it, kicking it or kissing it .. maybe we should add stubbing it to the list!

- Posted on Wednesday, May 2, 2007 at 10:02 [ Permalink to this comment ]

Adam,

If it’s any consolation, yesterday was my bad “Car"-ma day.  Had four people cut me off!

Usually, a cut-off is no big deal—I usually can predict them.

But I had a guy in one of those huge, huge heavy-duty pick-up truck cut me off on 101—he definitely would have clipped me if I hadn’t made a minor evasive maneuver.

Anyway, yes, they all happened in one day.  Guess it was like your Monday, except only it was Wednesday.

- Posted on Thursday, May 3, 2007 at 9:35 [ Permalink to this comment ]

Well, Simon… what makes you think I’m not already making a ton of money from this blog?  One MILLION dollars a week, baby.  I just wished it, and it’s come true.  Isn’t that part of The Secret or something?

Zack… no wonder why my tush is sore!

Dave, sorry to hear about your bad “car"-ma (heh, hadn’t seen that before!).  Very glad you’re okay, though; that kind of thing is often more than maddening… actually quite scary!

- Posted on Thursday, May 3, 2007 at 9:39 [ Permalink to this comment ]

Sounds like the makings of a country song, Adam!

You have a female roommate? Perhaps I should schedule a couple of days out there! Does she have a thing for stocky, dark-haired country boys? LOL

- Posted on Thursday, May 3, 2007 at 11:28 [ Permalink to this comment ]

Heh!  No, Matt, she has a thing for her mild-mannered long-time accountant boyfriend, actually (and thankfully) a decent chap.

You really don’t want to come to the Bay Area if you’re looking for single women (or, to clarify, a favorable ratio).  One of our cities—San Jose—has been nicknamed “Man Jose.” Nuff ‘said

- Posted on Thursday, May 3, 2007 at 12:40 [ Permalink to this comment ]

Man Jose—LMAO ..

I thought it was San Jose, and my other brother Jose, and my other brother Jose, and my other......

- Posted on Friday, May 4, 2007 at 13:57 [ Permalink to this comment ]

Meg’s Monday was awesome.  She mustered up her courage, did not mention her bike at all, and successfully asked a guy out!  She’s still smiling about it.  The big day is tomorrow.  ;D

But in answer to your question, “Sunday night insomnia” certainly doesn’t help Mondays.  Sleep researchers say that it’s healthier to always get up at the same time, even when you don’t have to.  Certainly they must be right, but sleeping in on the weekends is just so precious.  Until it prevents you from falling asleep on time on Sunday night, which makes the alarm on Monday morning that much more brutal…

- Posted on Saturday, May 5, 2007 at 8:35 [ Permalink to this comment ]

I’m with Matt, I think you may have a country hit on your hands:

My wife she shot ol’ Yeller,
and stole my pickup truck.

I spilled my beer on Saturday
I still ain’t cleaned it up…

Well, maybe not. 

In any case I think you are complaining WAY too much Adam.  If you think youhave a tough life I say - tell it to the Donner Party.

- Posted on Sunday, May 6, 2007 at 11:18 [ Permalink to this comment ]

Your own views and ideas behind the work make your day good or bad.
Never think about what will happen, always keep in mind what you need to do for getting more and more success.

- Posted on Monday, March 24, 2008 at 22:05 [ Permalink to this comment ]