A Case of the Mondays
 So, has anyone ever wondered why Mondays are like the complete worse day of the week? Is it because it's the beginning of the work week, and thus the longest time before a weekend? Or is it really because there is some greater evil "Monday force" out there that magically makes all bad things happen on a Monday? I'm choosing to believe the later. Normally I'm cool with Mondays. They are a typically quieter day at work for me because I don't clean teeth on Monday, I just help in the front. But the last two Mondays have greatly reminded me why that day is so hated. I really don't feel like rehashing last Monday, but let's just say it involved me crying in the basement at work, regaining my composure and then more crying once Heather asked me what was wrong. The situation has since been resolved, but let me tell you. Not fun. Then today, it snowed...and when it snows in Colorado people forget how to drive apparently. So I was running late for work, and once I finally got there I thought everything was going to be fine. Oh no my friend...oh no. Instead as I was parking, I hit a patch of ice and ran into a coworkers car. No damage was done to mine, and hers was only a dent in the side...but still. What a pain, so again there was more crying at work. Not something I want to be in the habit of doing. So yeah she was really cool about the whole thing, but now I have to deal with the hassle of it. And to end the day, Michael and I got in this really stupid argument when I was taking him home. So again, more crying in the car. Picture me, driving in the freezing cold, crying. Kind of pitiful right? And it wasn't even that we had left things on a bad note or anything, I'm not even mad at him. It's just all a bit much to handle in one day or something. So there is my Monday vent. Hopefully the rest of the week will go better then today!!!