This was me last Friday at the end of my work day. This is me now, wishing tomorrow wasn’t Monday.
Monday lands like a sequel no one approved,
Caffeine’s betrayed me, my groove un-grooved.
I lounge like couture in my nightiesloose embrace,
While emails attack with unspeakable pace.
“Just circling back!” the passive-aggressive war cry,
Each ping a reminder I, too will soon die.
The group chat’s a battlefield, the typos obscene
Yet here I am, smiling… like a marketing meme.
No boss at my door, no heels on my feet,
But this job haunts my fridge and my toilet seat.
If Mondays had souls, I’d stage a coup
But I’ll settle for logging off at half-past two.
CREDITS
Marison outfit from {Le’La} at the Designer Showcase
Reema EVOX head from CATWA
Leena hair from Exile
Kait skin from the Skinnery in Sorbet
Luna body skin from the Skinnery
Classic mesh body from Legacy
Isabelle Cheren 