Fueled by Coffee, Sarcasm, and Mild Resentment

 

“Okay, Monday… let’s do this!”

— said absolutely no one enthusiastically before 9 a.m.

Listen, Monday isn’t evil — it’s just aggressively confident for something that arrives without permission. It shows up loud, early, and expects productivity while we’re still emotionally attached to the weekend.

This is the face you make when:

• Your alarm clock betrayed you.

• Your coffee hasn’t kicked in yet.

• And Monday is already asking too many questions.

But here we are. Upright. Breathing. Questionably motivated.

Monday mornings are not about passion — they’re about survival. About doing the bare minimum until your caffeine reaches your bloodstream and your personality reboots. No big goals. No deep conversations. Just show up and don’t get fired.

And honestly? That’s enough.

So yes, let’s “do this.”
Let’s answer emails with professionalism we don’t feel.
Let’s pretend we didn’t check the clock five times in ten minutes.
Let’s give Monday the same energy it gives us — reluctant cooperation.

By mid-morning, we’ll remember we’re actually capable. By lunchtime, we’ll be funny again. By Friday, we’ll swear we’ll never complain about Monday… and then absolutely do it again next week.

So straighten your shoulders. Sip your coffee like it’s a coping mechanism. Put on your best “I’ve got this” face — even if it looks a little Grinchy today.

Okay, Monday.
We’re here.
Let’s not make this harder than it needs to be. 😌☕

Happy Monday Friends...  I hope you slay your day!