The Mondays

“I’ve got a case of the Mondays,” I declared this morning, reciting the famous line from the movie Office Space. And I did. Or so I thought. I could hardly sleep last night, tossing and turning, and a bit cold (my comforter is at the dry cleaners due to said slim fast shake spill last week) and the sky seems to be holding off on raining; there’s a morning mist in the air. And it’s a typical Monday here in the Flower Shop. It’s me and the two creative coordinators in the office. Apparently our other teammates don’t see a need to waltz in to the office until about lunch time these days. Plus, I tried for about 20 minutes, unsuccessfully, to plug in my archaic work notebook (probably one of the first versions of a notebook ever to be built) into its equally ancient docking station. On top of that, before I can even log into my computer, I receive a flood of calls about IT issues over the weekend and other problems.

It was about 30 minutes into the day, that one of the coordinators emailed me and told me: Sorry to be so crabby....I'm actually very sad. I went into the emergency with my Mom at midnight on Friday until 4:30 in the morning. She was experiencing major dizziness and a headache on top of her head. She was fearful of a stroke coming on or maybe just a side effect to the antibiotics she has been taking for a stomach virus. After four hours, the doc found "a spot" on the xray in her head. She needs to take a full MRI sometime this week with her regular doc to figure out what the heck "the spot" is. It's the size of a nickel.”

So I wrote her back and told her I feel like such a jerk for complaining about my minor problems while she was going through such a hard time. But it puts things into perspective. This is a woman who lost her father before she even graduated college. And now she is thinking the worst and is terrified of losing her mom, too. And I’m complaining about my shitty docking station.

So, I can’t complain anymore. And if you’re out there having a “case of the Mondays” maybe you shouldn’t be complaining either. A reminder: Don’t sweat the small stuff.