Dear Monday mornings:
You go straight to hell. No stops. No detours. Straight to hell! And we will see you there, you punctual a--hole.
Love,
Everyone
The first morning of the work week after two days of sleeping in, doing what you want and probably not wearing pants is a giant sack of terrible. If Monday were a human being in our office, we would be sending it passive aggressive emails and stealing its lunch. Yeah, we're cold stone bitches when it comes to Monday.
