A Case of the Mondays

Sometimes you just have a bad day.

Your hair looks awful.
Your coffee tastes like burnt cigarettes.
You overanalyze just how much of "you" the Chinese food delivery guy saw the night before when you attempted to surprise your boyfriend by opening the door in something skimpy only to find out your roommate had ordered dinner.
Your face is breaking out despite the drastic (and medically prescribed) measure you are taking to prevent this.
You have a terrible meeting where people sandbag you.
You come back from said meeting with a run in your stockings.
You realize the previous sentence makes you sound like you've borrowed Melanie Griffith's "Working Girl" wardrobe.
You are surprised when the salad you purchased for just $2.99 at the new lunch place makes you feel sick.
Your period is lasting about three days too long.
You might bleed to death.
Your crazy thoughts --perhaps-- are spiraling out of control.
Your street corner near your office smells like mayonnaise.
You happen to hate mayonnaise.
You can't get the taste of the $2.99 salad's dressing out of your mouth.
You're about three days overdue for a manicure and two weeks overdue for a pedicure (hence the run).
Your subway ride took 20 minutes longer than usual and you hoped you were breathing $2.99 salad dressing breath on the person next to you who unnecessarily pressed themselves against you and looked like they might try and steal your purse.
You slip on the lunch menu stuck under your door by the Japanese restaurant downstairs as you finally enter your apartment.
You realize that there is mail on the coffee table that might never be opened, your living room might never be truly clean, your bank account is empty, there are no more jobs in this goddamn economy, it's dark out at 4:30PM, and overall, there is gloom and doom around you.

And then you open your bedroom door and see that your boyfriend made the bed after you left for work.  And for some strange reason, this small act of kindness puts everything in perspective and you realize that life, just as it always does, will go on.