Another case of the Mondays?

There's something about opening a sealed envelope addressed to me that gives me a chilling satisfaction. Someone actually sat down and took 5? 10 minutes? out of his/her day to send me a personal greeting. Not an email "thank you" or a someecard with someone else's quick wit but their immediate thoughts and sentiments, on paper, with a non-erasable pen. Meaning they can't read, reread, tweak, spell check, over-think what they wrote and revise it until it's the "perfect draft" of what should be just a quick thought. It's heartfelt and sincere, down to the inconsistencies in characters and decorative swoosh underlining my name.

It's Monday morning. I worked from 9:30am to 11:30pm yesterday at my 2nd job (waitressing). After a 30 min phone conversation with the boy to discuss the trials and tribulations of my 14hr day and a shower, I was in bed by.....1ish? All of this is setting up the fact that I didn't get a whole lot of sleep. I was exhausted when my alarm went off at 6:45 this morning, then again at 7:15, and finally at 7:30 when I drug my ass out of bed. This left me approximately 30 minutes to take the dog out, blow dry my hair, send a bitchy text to my sister about the theft of my straightening iron, gather all my crap for the day and get to the car. Needless to say, I ended up running a little behind schedule. I also decided that stopping for coffee was a necessary must, and hit up starbucks before actually getting to the office. I used to think that arriving anytime after 8:30 was "late" but for the past few months if I get there by 9 I consider it a good day. So anyway, 9:05 I roll into the parking lot just to find that I'm one of the first in the office. Great. Glad I was so concerned about getting here on time. Gathering all my crap for the day (laptop, purse, coffee, remaining makeup to be applied), hiding behind my Lady Gaga sized white sunglasses, I marched into my own personal 5' x 5' hell, also known as, my desk. Lo and behold what do I find? a tiny, baby blue envelope with my name on it propped up against my keyboard! The handwriting is familiar, although I can't remember why but as I open it and notice that it's more than just a blue envelope, it's a blue envelope with a brown liner and an embossed logo of Crane&Co on the front, I know exactly who it's from. There aren't many people who would take the time to select such a simple yet elegant stationary with which to write such warm personal greetings on, who then go on to actually use it. And just like that, a little blue envelope and decorative swoosh have turned my typical case of the mondays, into something I've suffered from in weeks past, but for just this once, not this week.