"What was quite sweet was that she was worried that we'd moan at her for calling us back. As I tell many of our patients, 'I'd rather be picking you up off the floor of this nice warm, clean and dry house than wrestling with some drunk by the side of the road in the rain". And I'm serious about that. " Amen brother, amen. While for me, Mondays always sucked for many of the same reasons you so nicely illustrated, there was also the fact that at my hospital Monday was the day for the payroll dept. to fuck up my bi-weekly time sheet, and then invariably blame it on me. I often wondered if the people who worked there would have been better off trying to use Braille, as it seemed they had problems interpreting the simplest of things just by reading it.