Work should really start from afternoons or better still Mondays should not even exist at all, if I became president one day I would pass a decree for work to start in the afternoons among a host of other things. Don't get me wrong I love my job, the concept of working and other adult related stuff but mornings just don't work for me at all. I lazily stand up from my bed, debating if I should just return to bed and call in sick because my bed was beckoning to me and ministering to my spirit to come back.

　　I continued the back and forth with my brain trying to decide if I should go back to bed or go get ready for work before I remembered that something woke up from my beautiful sleep and that something, being my phone, rang again.

　　I answered grouchily without looking at the caller's ID

　　"Hello"

　　"Amber, don't tell me you are still in bed! a voice screams into my ear. Wincing and at the same time distancing my precious ears from the noise making contraption called my phone, I recognized that voice as one, of my best friend

though, I will never say it aloud

and colleague at work Anne.

　　"No, I just got up from its confines."

　　"Don't act smart with me girl," she scolds

　　"Really, I was awoken by your call. I overslept again, but only because it is Monday and I was exceptionally tired." I yawn,

　　"Please for your own good hurry, I just got to work and I have noticed so far that Jane is extra cranky today,"

　　"Isn't she always?" I sighed

　　"Let's not talk about her this early in the morning."

　　"Okay."

　　"So what did you do yesterday that made you tired?" I could feel her raise her eyebrows in question

　　"I cleaned up my apartment,"

　　"You did what?"

　　"I cleaned up my apartment," I repeated thinking she did not hear me the first time

　　"That alone?" she questioned

　　"Yeah, throughout the day. Dirt just kept popping out from every corner. It was hell." I groaned

　　"Just that all day?"

　　"Yes," I dragged out getting tired of the questions

　　"You did that all day and it made you tired?" She asked in disbelief.

　　I shrugged then remembering she could not see me, I answered groaning

　　"It does for me. Cleaning is so stressful."

　　"Yeah, that kind of explains the untidiness at your place when I come over,"

　　"Was that supposed to be insulting or what?"

　　"Nah, I would not waste my breath, insulting you about your tidiness."

　　"Now that was definitely an insult."

　　"Whatever. Do you realize that it's Monday?"

　　"Yeah I know right, worst day of the week. Ugh!"

　　"So what do you think you should be doing on a Monday?"

　　"Really in my own opinion I should be sleeping,"

　　"So, should you be sleeping right now?"

　　"Nah, I think I'm supposed to be at work now," I answered back rather dejectedly. Oh crap, my gosh work!

　　"I can feel and hear the chaotic shouts going through you head right now and I tell you it's going to give both of us an headache. So just calm down start getting ready immediately I hang up."

　　"Okay I'm trying... *breathe in, breathe out*... It's not working!"

　　"Okay that means you're on your own. Au revoir!" and she hung up. And I was not the surprised.

　　I ran into the bathroom taking an extremely quick shower that was negligible. I brushed my teeth in records time and ran to my closet grabbing some clothes hurriedly and almost slipping on a few drops of water that appeared on to floor out of nowhere. Miraculously, I did not fall do not ask me, I do not know how it happened also.

　　I put on my hurriedly selected clothing not really minding the choice of clothes before rushing back to the bathroom to brush out the tangles in my hair and make it presentable. Finally, it was quite acceptable to the society and I put the brush into my bag not willing to look for the spare I kept about. Securing my hair to the back, with the help of a hair band, I look around for my shoes, finding them near the door. I slipped into them and was out of the door in an instant. Grateful I was wearing flats otherwise I'd already be flat on my face, I take off in the direction of the elevator but seeing the out of order sign glaring at me in front of the elevator I change my course and go in the direction of the stairs.

　　After the exercise of running down the stairs from my apartment on the fifth floor, which was not fun, at all, if you would ask me, I walk slowly down to the bus stop, tired from the amount to running I had to do since I woke up today. Therefore, you can guess that I do not really fancy sports or anything that drains my energy like cleaning and the likes.

　　I was very sure that I missed the bus due to how late I was this morning; which means I have to take a cab. Praying I would see a one once I get to the bus stop, I walk on.

　　I caught sight of the bus stop and thankfully I saw a cab upfront waiting idly, I began to speed walk there but seeing the cab was still afar I started jogging later breaking into a run with my lungs and legs protesting.

　　I had almost gotten to the cab when I catch sight of a person strolling towards the same cab 'oh no you don't' I screamed internally. And everything else happened in slow motion: me shouting a war cry and rushing forwards, pushing the guy away not really noticing and caring he was on the floor, and entering the cab, then things returned to normal and I shouted a sorry to the abused guy on the floor.

　　I turned and faced the driver only to find him looking at me with amusement shining in his eyes and a small smile on his lips; I raised an eyebrow at him he laughed a little before facing the road. He asked me where I was going, I told him the address and we zoomed off.

　　Luck was not really on my side this morning, because we had not gone far on our way when we encountered very terrible traffic. And by we, I meant, I and the taxi man, I cursed my stars wondering why this had to happen today, maybe your stars are punishing you for pushing an innocent man and almost bashing His head on the sidewalk my conscience whispered in my head 'shut up' I chided. I must have said that aloud because the driver looked me at through the mirror in question. I shook my head and looked out the window.

　　After about the twenty minutes in traffic with no significant change in motion, I contemplated alighting and completing the journey on foot as I had seen in movies. Then, I remembered the amount of running I had done since the start of this day and fact that my place of work was still a long distance from where I was. Therefore, I decided to sit down back and keep my mind shut.

　　Soon after, traffic cleared up and that almost had me weeping; tears of joy of course and telling the cab driver to speed up. I am sure I looked like a weirdo or rather a freak with my teary eyes and me jumping up and down in giddiness, but really, I do not care.

　　At that moment, I remembered that there was something I did not think of, which should. However, being the scatterbrain I am, I did not.

　　Now that I remembered, I almost head butted myself, if that was even possible. And that thing was now rearing its head at me and laughing maniacally at my expense. And that thing was the question of what I kind of excuse I would give to explain my lateness.

　　I sat there thinking for some time realizing I was running out of time and very soon, I would be at the office. Now I wanted us to be stuck in another jam so I would think but as luck would have it there was no sign off upcoming traffic as we cruised down the road.

　　Time ran out quickly because the next time I looked up, I could see the building of my office afar off. I looked down again and tried to think up something and suddenly I felt the cab stop. I looked up and saw the building directly at my right hand 'oh my God, we've arrived. Did we fly?' I screeched in my head.

　　I looked at the driver with a pleading look in my eyes as if he could help me. I think I did not portray my pleading enough because he smiled and declared merrily "We've arrived" I was tempted to scratch the smile off his face but I refrained since he had not done anything to me but only bring me to my place of work. Instead, I paid him and left the car, my legs shaking.

　　I walked inside giving myself a mental boost as I chanted 'I can do this', which did not help. I swallow the lump in my throat and walk on, greeting Naomi the receptionist as I pass by her. Really, I do not understand the need for a receptionist in a lab but as far as it reduces the unemployment rate, I am fine with it. By now, I had gotten to the double doors separating the lab from the reception: I take in a deep breath and pull the door open. I walk in with more bravado than I felt and I feel everyone's eyes on me as I walk in, but they lose interest and continued what they were doing previously, seeing it was just plain old me. I lift my head high, walking with only one destination in mind: my table. I pass Anne on my journey and through the corner of my eyes; I see her giving me a look, which I would rather not decode right now.

　　My long journey to my table ends and I sink into the comfort of my chair thanking my stars that Jane has not caught sight of me yet and I hope she remains sightless for the rest of the day.

　　I am sure you must be wondering who this Jane is: well Jane is the supervisor here NPM laboratory and consultants, where we carry out tests, give advice to people on their medical life and stuffs. I get that hospitals do all these stuff but we are more specialized and observed more. Yes, back to Jane, though she is not the owner she prides herself that she is the overseer here. Though I get that it's good to feel good about yourself and give yourself credit for what you are good in, but Jane here just takes it over the top from her caked up face, extra high heels {I mean who wears heels to lab}, super tight clothes and don't even let me get started on her perfume, over all she's what we call a stuck up human being not to use the b-word. In addition, what is even better is that she is out to get me.

　　I think it was during my first year here when I told her she had food stuck in between her teeth and her makeup was not the correct tone for her skin. I know it sounds a bit rude but think of it from my angle, I was just looking out for her and I did not want her to be publicly embarrassed when someone points it out to her. Besides, I told her in the restroom so no one heard. And ever since then she changed a total of 180° towards me.

　　I come out of memory lane shaking my head to clear off all thoughts so I can start my work for the day. I thank my stars again because it seems that Jane is yet to notice me. However, I guess I spoke too soon because the next second, I hear the sound if heels hitting the tiled floor, coming towards me to be precise. My heads lolls to the back of the chair with me bemoaning my fate and of course, Jane was coming towards me. "Oh God, why me?"