Happy Freaking Monday Morning!

No one ever... ever likes Monday Morning, its a fact, I am sure there have been studies.
      This Monday morning begins a nine game home stand...yay. I'm just a cranky girl especially on Mondays. I rolled in around 8:30 with my Turkey Sausage Egg White Flat Bread and Latte Light, I'm a girl that's what I eat because I was not blessed with amazing genetics as one of my counterparts (Jazz) and if you are not careful, working in sports will make you fat, that's also a fact.
       Pulling into the stadium there was an amazing fog covering the whole thing you could see, maybe, three feet in front of you. We have had rain outs, a called game for drainage issues, hey why not a fog out, is what I thought pulling in. The fog started to lift a bit and I got the lovely call to start my am... "TARP 9:15" over the office intercom system. With that being said I have lost all sense of bashfulness, and started changing into my tarp clothes with my two office counterparts, both male who at this point are not concerned about me as a female at all. Grab my tarp shoes which smell something fierce, walked through the tunnel to the dug out, onto the field, and let the tarp-ing begin. I know I dont get to work out as much as I should working 16 or so hour days, but man did I feel pathetic gasping for breath after dumping the water off of the tarp, it almost make me want to to go for a jog after the game... I have a feeling a beer is going to end up in my hand in lue of that jog. Finished folding up the tarp and put it away and silently said a little prayer... please don't let us bring this out again today... I'm already exhausted and its 9:25 am. We finish rolling it up, I wipe off the infield from my hands on the back of a willing friend who wasn't paying attention, I turn to one of my few chick office mates and she says
"Happy Freaking Monday Morning." I couldnt of said it better myself.
KC---