I am never sure from one week to the next if I love Monday’s, or hate them. Some weeks I can go as far as to say I despise them. Today was one that I really didn’t care for all too well.  From the moment I walked in the door of my office to the moment I left was grueling.

If you don’t know me, a bit of intel.  I am a recovering alcoholic, 14 years sober.  It was a decision I made for myself, no one else.  To be as nice to myself as I can, I was a bit of a bitch when I drank. The one thing I do know after all of these years is I don’t have the right to judge anyone who indulges now and then.  When it comes to the people in my life, the only thing I ever ask is that no matter the time, if they are drunk, smashed, shit faced, whatever you choose to call the state of inebriation they may be in, call me and I will get them home.

Today I had the honor of witnessing a 5 alarm hangover all over someone I work with.  He was a jackass from the word go this morning.  I tried to say good morning to the man, but he wasn’t having any of that.  At that moment I wish I has one of those big base drums you find in orchestras and beat it all day, right next his head. But that would’ve been cruel. (but fun!!!) Yes I can be a little sadistic when I want to.

I wish I could understand why if someone knows they have to work the next morning, they would drink to the level of stupidity.  Have a coctail or 2, even 3.  But drinking enough to make anyone else think twice?

As the day progressed and he started to feel better, he made an attempt to be humorous with me.  You see at this point I still haven’t gotten the urge to smack him upside the head out of my system.  He knew I was a bit irritated still.  So he cowarded away and avoided me for the rest of the day.

By the way, the reason I was so irritated with him, and not because he drank too much.  He drove home.