IS THAT YOU?

You slowly and luxuriously awaken on this Monday, a picture perfect, spring morning. The sun gushes in through the half open blinds. The smell of fresh country air blends with the cheerful chirping of the morning birds. Everything is right with the world, or is it? Among all this serenity and splendor something doesn't feel right. Then it hits you smack between your well rested eyes. It's not right! You meant to set the alarm for 5:30 am and it's now 8:30! (What a dope I am!)

You rush into work all disheveled, no time to put your facial self together and a coworker says, "You look like the south end of a north bound sheep." (What a mess! I don't look good even when I'm "heveled".)

All day is one gigantic screw up after another culminating in a long talk with a short boss over your very recent performance. (What a knucklehead! Another day like this one and I'm out on the street)

On the way home you remember you need gas as the car chugs to a stop on the freeway during rush hour. (I'd better get some gas because I'm too stupid to walk.)

Tuesday Morning: You wake up ten minutes before the alarm with the answer to the marketing problem you've been facing all week. (Pretty sharp somebody I am)

While simultaneously putting together the best omelet you have ever made, you correctly answer the quiz on the radio, winning an all expense paid trip to Las Vegas. (Vegas, start packing up the money, here I come.)

The elephantine error the boss thought you made at work yesterday was, in fact, not an error but the solution to all of the department's budget woes. (I wonder when my raise will come through?)

On the elevator, a coworker you have had your eye on for months enters and presses the "close door' button to be alone with you and tells you what a hotty you are. (It doesn't get much better than this.)

Which day was the real you, Monday or Tuesday?

Lesson: You are never as good as your best days or as bad as your worst days.