Wipe That Face Off Your Head

The Nubs - Job

Oh, Monday beckons. What does Monday even want of me, what does it want of any of us?

Let’s divorce Monday of its power, let’s not give in to the authority we’ve invested it with.

The week doesn’t start anew, just like January 1 isn’t a magic refresh button.

Punch the boss, not the clock.

Kill the shepherds, save the sheep*.

*Cursed - Magic Fingers

Also, if anyone recognizes the movie I cribbed the title of today’s post from, a gold shiny trophy will be shipped to your house via my foggy, alllergy-stuffed brain. Seriously, it may be one of the funniest throw away lines in a film I can think of.