“Whatup, Player?”, Garcia asked over the phone, “What’s doin’ tonight?”.
“I’m heading over to the jams tonight, do you want to come with?” I asked, hopefully. It was 8pm on a Monday night, so the chances for a positive response were slim.
“Nah, I’ve got the early shift tomorrow morning, I was just wondering if you wanted to get a feed?”, he asked. Garcia would have had to be up at 3am the next morning. I was surprised that he was still awake.
“Sorry, bro – I’m already in the city. Plus I might be here ’til late”, I replied. I didn’t have to start work as early as him, so I often rationalised that I could go to the jams and still get enough sleep before work the next day.
“Don’t you have work tomorrow morning?”, he stated. He knew I did; he was challenging my faulty logic.
“Yeah, I might just go straight back to work after it finishes and then just sleep in my car until I have to start in the morning”, I answered, jokingly. But was actually considering it.
A couple hours of sleep would be enough to sustain me for a whole 8 hour shift, right?.
“You’re crazy, dude…”, he remarked.
“Yeah, I know…”
Mondayitis has taken on a completely different meaning for me.