You know that feeling you have right before you jump into an ice cold pool, at the exact moment your feet leaves the platform you take a deep breathe and at the back of your head you’re thinking and saying to yourself; “Oh my God, here goes!” Then in a split second.. Splash.. A sudden feeling of a thousand knives stabbing at your warm body, temporarily paralizes you but only after the excruciating pain. That’s the feeling I have on Mondays. Knowing the forecast and the hurdles of workload ahead of you is like jumping into a pool of the unknown. But hey, Its been five years, but I’m still alive. Still has led me to the same old conclusion.. I HATE MONDAYS.