Mondays ... Yuck

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The only thing I hate more than Mondays are Mondays that cost me an hour of sleep due to daylight-saving time.  The only thing I hate more than those Mondays are Mondays that also include another rejection letter.  The story rejected this time is a short called All Too Cozy, which is a satirical look at demonic possession.  In the story, the recliner becomes jealous when its owners, an old cranky man and his wife, replace it for a new state-of-the-art massage chair.  I didn't expect All Too Cozy to sell as there aren't too many markets for this type of story, so I'll probably post it up here within the next few days for your viewing pleasure (as soon as I figure out the best way to get it to you).

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Later Fiends

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Mondays, Poverty, and Zombies

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, animals both domesticated and wild, dōmo arigatō misutā Robotto!

Ah, another Monday, where the coffee cannot be strong enough, the workday cannot be short enough and the paycheck cannot be displaced enough.

Yesterday, at my local grocery store, I had an interesting encounter at the checkout line. In front of me was a well-to-do looking woman wearing a new fox fur coat, perhaps faux fur, Gucci sun glasses and diamond earrings.

When the woman left, and it was my turn, the cashier and bag person started insulting this woman, who was now packing her groceries into the trunk of her silver Lexus. They were saying how this woman had no business driving a new car, how her jewelry cost more than their own cars, how she was a piece of garbage and a thief, and I to myself thought, why do people feel the need to insult people because they have nicer things? That woman, I was convinced, worked very hard to afford all those luxuries.

The cashier went on about about how she pays for her food with food stamps, and how every time she comes into the store, she has some brand new thing--be it a car, new clothes, jewelry. It seems the workers are rather put off by her use of taxpayer funds.

So, dear reader, what's your opinion?

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Later Fiends.

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