One of

I woke up late.  I'm rushing.  I think it's going to be one of those weeks.  You know the kind I'm talking about.  You get the extra holiday at the beginning of the week so you eliminate the dreaded Monday and only have four days until you get a weekend again.  It's all splendid and wonderful!  You are made to believe this is something great!  This is going to be a breeze!
Then that short week starts and you get through the first day (barely).  It beats you up and the next day you wake up late and have to rush.  You can only expect that day to be a race to catch up on all the things you couldn't possibly have covered the day before...because you were catching up for the Monday you missed.  But how does that happen?  Everyone else was out, too, and yet there it all is.  All that work, pressing, taking small menacing steps toward you until it backs you up against a wall.  So you finally take all the work it shoves at you and it turns and leaves.  For a while.  Then you are left sorting through everything you've been handed but before you can finish even more gets sent your way and the sorting takes on another level.  And that is before anything is actually done.  If you aren't careful they will soon be back asking where you are on this thing or that when that thing is lower on the sorting list.
You know the kind of week I'm talking about.  One of those weeks.
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