Peter Gibbons: Let me ask you something. When you come in on Monday and you’re not feeling real well, does anyone ever say to you, “Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays?”
Lawrence: No. No, man. Shit, no, man. I believe you’d get your ass kicked sayin’ something like that, man.
Office Space (1999)
What a rough two Mondays I’ve had. Breaking Bad ended, the Patriots played late and lost a game and I ate nachos with a mixture of two different salsas after eating an entire serving of four-star Pad Thai noodles with fried tofu. Cross-continental ethnic cuisine seems like a great idea, but in this case, things did not settle well and my morning kicked off with some serious gastrointestinal issues. Although I was happy I hadn’t washed it down with a gallon of beer as I would have in my younger and irresponsible years, it still was a sour way to begin my work week.
After the first weekend in about two months that my band didn’t play a show, I had a relaxing weekend filled with monotonous lawn care that served like a Zen mental retreat following so many busy Friday nights and Saturdays. My harmony was in serious jeopardy of being destroyed.
This is the version that I know the most and a true testament to the blues Mondays can cause. The blues legend T-Bone Walker wrote this song and it’s one of the first popular recorded songs to feature blues on the electric guitar. I guess it inspired B.B. King to work in that direction and, allegedly, Hendrix got the idea to play with his teeth from T-Bone. Amazing what you can learn on a Monday afternoon!
I finally got to school amidst the stomach issues with a real bad attitude. I got out of my car and locked it, realizing in the same moment that my keys were still in the ignition. It was really turning into a terrible day. I got to thinking about my friend who worked weekends and always referred to Monday as “her Friday” because she had Tuesday and Wednesday off. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I have always worked a typical Monday through Friday schedule and just worked more hours when I served/bartended, but it really annoys me when people refer to certain days as “their Fridays”. I mean, just because you work a different schedule then most, you get to decide when widely accepted days are now?
I was very tempted to put something angry here and “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit popped into my head. But my fleeting desire to hear a terrible song by a terrible band was as fleeting as this flare-up of anger at people who change the names of days to fit their personal work schedule. The soothing harmonies of the Mamas and Papas were far better to put out the fires of rage.
To top it all off, and now I’m time traveling because I’m actually combining two Mondays together. The Patriots lost last night to the freaking Cincinnati Bengals in a weakly played 13-6 game. The Pats should have won, they have a better record and a seemingly better team, but clearly they didn’t want it as much as the Bengals. I know professional sports are pretty stupid in general, between the constant scandals and massive amounts of money spent, but I do allow the loss of the Pats to sour my week. Eh, at least the Red Sox are doing well.
I’d never heard this song before I googled “Songs about Mondays” and found it on several lists. It’s the Wilco album after the one I know well and I’m pleased that I enjoy this too. It isn’t “Passenger Side” , but it does sound like the Rolling Stones as every article mentions and I think this is a good thing. Maybe I need to take the winter and really delve into Wilco. And start jogging.
On top of this, our country is in it’s first full week of being shut down and between the constant media coverage and everyone talking about it, I’m ready myself to crash the old Subaru into something if it will help get the government together. I have more than one friend in law enforcement or closely related to someone in that field who tell me how they are still putting their lives on the line on a daily basis but not being compensated for it. I don’t want this to be a soap box blog so I will keep it short in saying our government needs to get their shit together and stop all this bi-partisan nonsense. It’s making for a second in a row bummer of a Monday and I know Chuck D and Public Enemy would agree with me.
I wanted to play “For what it’s Worth” by Buffalo Springfield due to it’s political content. However, I found this jam and liked it more, also Chuck D remains a political force in America. In fact, I’d vote for him to take over as President anytime.
On top of all of this, it’s pouring this morning and will continue to do so for what looks like all day and into tomorrow. I suppose we must look at the positives. I wrote this over two Mondays and it wasn’t raining last Monday when I locked my keys in the car. I had a nice weekend attending a harvest dinner for the garden club at my school and afterwards, I did a short hike with a new friend and we stayed on the summit into the night talking and sharing IPA’s. The rest of the weekend was great, very relaxing and semi productive and I am ready to start battening down the hatches for winter.
I had never heard this song before and I am a pretty big John Prine fan. I included it because it has Monday in the title, talks about sitting on a Monday, and is apt for me as I just found out I have after school duty until four pm. I’m not gonna let it bother me though, I have changed my mindset on this case of the Mondays.
Ultimately, every day is what you make it. You can only control yourself and if you beat yourself up on Sunday or allow yourself to adopt a bad attitude, any day can be like a Monday. Although it’s easier said than done, you have to try to stay positive, do positive things and surround yourself with positive people. It’s taken me a solid 28 years of living and many bad Mondays to come up with this philosophy that really is obvious. So next time someone asks you if you have a case of the Mondays, take a deep breath, give them a big smile and restrain yourself from punching them.
Naturally. No one’s getting punched at a middle school, except for maybe a couple of kids in the lunchroom over the last cheese stuffed crust slice of pizza. Mmmmmm, stuffed crust pizza.