Monday, the Cop-Out Drabble

It’s one of those days.  You woke up at four and couldn’t go back to sleep.  When you finally did, your alarm clock blared.  So you stepped into your car, bringing along your dull headache and bruised eyes.  Then you arrived at your new office, already occupied by the office manager and IT guy trying to fix things that should have been fixed already.  You’re asked to move things because you’re the only male with a strong back.  So you forgot about breakfast.  You didn’t remember until lunchtime, because you didn’t have a lunch.

Please God, let it be Tuesday.