Monday morning blues..

Monday morning.. Oh no, not again!

First thing that hits you as you hear the alarm ringing is how conveniently the cell phone has replaced the good old alarm clock as the preferred device for snapping you out of your sleep and announcing the dread of a new day. Strange thought to start your day with, but heck, better than trying to recall what exactly was it that you dreamt about last night.

Well, time for your ablutions followed by an almost mechanical chomping of your breakfast while glancing at the days headlines in the newspapers.. The commute to your office in the overcrowded public transport and you realize that there's this massive wave of humanity being loaded and unloaded onto places where they are supposed to spend the next 8 hours of the day and do their bit to make the world a better place to live.. Or wait, you are not that sure about the last bit about making the world a better place, are you?

You are now at the lobby waiting for the elevator to take you to your assigned floor. It seems the elevator also hates these Monday mornings as it takes its own sweet time to reach the lobby and the lights to turn yellow and those metallic doors, so remniscent of the cage your life seems to be caught in, open with an almost absurd slowness. You punch the button for your floor and realize that all buttons for floors below yours have been already pressed.. Great, you think to yourself with a hint of annoyance. Not that you had anything significant waiting for you at your desk, but you still would not prefer spending time in the crowded and claustrophobia-inducing elevator than your desk.

At your desk and you boot up your Laptop, watching the screen spurt out messages that Mr. Bill G thinks you must read while the damned thing takes an eternity to load. Aah finally it prompts you for your username and password, protecting random stuff within as if it beholds the answers to the greatest mysteries facing the world when you know that the contents can easily be classified as worthy of the trash can.

You sign into your mailbox and nonchalantly look at the assorted mails that have accumulated there over the weekend waiting for you to send them to the place they rightly belong, the Trash, after just one cursory glance.

Sign into the official chat client now, shall we? It dawns upon you how easily a little green dot announcing "I am available" has come to signify you and your whole being to so many people spread across the globe. Every morning you become this green dot on the screen for so many people to see. Its almost like you have assumed another identity. Batman, anyone? Only, you are this green dot through the morning whereas the Caped crusader prowls the night!

You wade through the day thanks to the free shots of coffee that your employer has so generously afforded you the luxury of and wait for the clock to tick over..

Tick tock tick..