Monday Blues? Not Today.

Monday wasn’t that blue—because guess what? I only need to work for three days this week, and now we’re down to TWO. The long holiday is waving at me from the horizon, and I’m sprinting toward it like it's the last slice of pizza.

Oddly enough, the closer I get to my resignation date, the calmer I become. Inner peace unlocked.

But plot twist: work chaos is still very much alive. Meetings galore, problems piling up, and somehow—I’m the designated butt-wiper of the team. So this is what motherhood feels like… except my “children” are fully grown adults with stubborn streaks longer than Monday meetings.

Funny how aging doesn’t necessarily bring wisdom—just more resistance to logic.

And wild fact: this breed of unbothered, unhelpful, and unaccountable people? THRIVING in the company. (Notice how I didn’t say my company? Yeah. Mentally checked out, spiritually elsewhere.)

Now here’s the kicker:

Today, our glorious manager—bless his utterly useless soul—asked my supervisor to help him with a PowerPoint. HIS OWN PowerPoint. HIS OWN JOB. And get this—he jokingly said, “You should be doing this kind of thing instead of those things with no value.”

Then, thinking I wasn’t listening, he added, “Give those tasks to the new people.”

Excuse me, sir. So I should be the one doing the “things with no value”?

I swear, if looks could slap, he’d be laid out flat on the floor.

And before y’all think I’m being mean about his appearance—I’m not. Okay, maybe I am.

But I just can’t describe his face. I won’t compare him to animals because animals are innocent and cute. Even lizards—which terrify me to my core—still get a pass. (Yes, I’m lizard-phobic. Please don’t bring this up around me. I will cry.)

Nope, his face is uniquely human in the worst way. If you're curious, swing by the office and wait near the smoking zone—he’s probably there 60% of the time puffing away his responsibilities.

Anyway, as I type this, my small Snoopy plush is sitting on my bedside table, giving me the emotional support I desperately need.

Today marks Day 2 of me being completely overwhelmed by his cuteness. Honestly, only smol Snoopy can save me from this corporate hellscape.

ugh...!