Monday, Monday

9:30 am, Monday morning:

"Chicagoan, when are you going to be finished with that letter I asked you to draft?"

"Later this afternoon."

"Great! Did you have a nice weekend?"

"No."

"Why not? You weren't here the whole time, were you?"

"Yes."

"Chicagoan, you need to get a life."

Filing that one away in the category of things I don't need to hear first thing on a Monday morning.