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i just go about my day, then at night i sleep and it turns into tuesday

I don't have a problem with Mondays. Every day is dreadful and my life sucks. Monday is no different.

I found that living for the weekend was exhausting, and I started making the best of every day.

I can't live with the idea that the weekend is so far away on a Monday, that all the fun is now over, and that there is nothing for me for the week. I now have at least a slice of me time daily and make myself clean and do projects on the weekend.

It does help that I love what I do. Back when I was working customer service I would create complicated spreadsheets to pass the time. Having goals and some sort of project I control made it easier to get through the day.

Try to bullshit my way through it and put off what i can until tuesday.

I don't care for mondays. The worst are Sunday evenings. I usually just read to forget.

I have a job I mostly like at a company I mostly like with a boss I mostly like.

I still want to stab myself on Monday mornings.

When circumstances allow, I try to use Monday to tie up loose ends from the prior week and plan/prepare for actions I need to take in the upcoming week. It's justifiable "real work" that helps me be more effective on the rest of those days, but it lets me ease into the week a bit.

Some weeks this isn't possible and I have to jump right into Monday like it's Tuesday. The upshot is those Mondays go by pretty fast usually.

I recognize that for certain kinds of jobs that's never an option. I've had those kinds of jobs, and I may again one day. Folks with a job like that have my sympathy for sure.

There is no need to cope since Mondays don't particularly bother me.

Since weekends don't actually exist for me. Monday is just another day.

To clarify : I work five days a week at one job. On Saturday and Sunday I'm doing yard work at my place or my rental place, or I'm helping my dad in one town, or my mom in my town, or my brother at his house or at one of his rental places, or my sister in a different town, or.......

Yeah weekends don't actually exist.

I just go to work like an adult

I can’t work any more. My life is vacant and boring. Days are all the same and I often lose track of what day it is. Monday is an empty concept that affects other people but not me.

Oddly, I actually quite like my job, plus I get every second Monday off, so not s'bad. It's every other aspect of my life that's appalling.

I bitch and moan like the rest of us and get about an hour of work done (it's a productive day).

It's my last day before the weekend, so I just kinda try to make as much money as possible knowing I'll get to sleep in tomorrow.

Like with every single other day of the week: I welcome it and do my best with whatever it gives me.

Around half of Monday is currently reviewing last week's and weekend's blessings and curses, consulting with oracles, witches, and wizards on standing up and handing off, checking the demon traps, refilling the incense holders, etc low risk rote stuff front loaded in case the weekend was rough. No meetings before 10 unless I'm talking with someone from another spacetime zone.

The harder I've worked or more active I've been over the weekend the worse I feel Monday. So basically lately I don't cope.

drugs

I feel people don't like Mondays because they stay up late Friday and Saturday nights and sleep in Saturday and Sunday morning. When Sunday evening rolls around they can't get to sleep early enough and go to work Monday not well rested.

I've never had a problem going to work Mondays and often say at work "WOOHOO ITS MONDAY" just to see what kind of reaction I get.

Schedule regular mid-morning Monday massages.

I see no difference between Mondays and other work days.

Corporate Accounts Payable, Nina speaking.

Just a moment!

I have sunday off and wednesday off, so monday and thursday share the load of being the worst day.