“It’s okay to struggle every now and then.”
“Since we both have bad Tuesdays, we could make Tuesday pizza night.”
“But if you follow that logic then we should have pizza on Wednesday too.”
“And also Thursday.”
“We can eat healthy on Sunday.”
But why should I look forward to Monday? What has he ever done to deserve such a welcome?
“I’m pre-coffee and full of hate.”
“I like your hate. It’s punctuated with tired claps.”
“But is it really just one of those weeks. At what point is it just a regular week and our expectations are just too high?”
I drink coffee and apply for jobs on the train ride to work. Something about that process gives me a sense of hope and optimism that I am counting on to get me through the morning meeting.
It lasts about 7 minutes. This meeting begins the way they all do. “Are you happy?” the manager asks with her brows scrunched, cheeks raised, and hands pressing into her heart. “I just want everyone to be happy here.” She gestures to a table near the entrance. A poppy seed bagel, a cinnamon raisin bagel, a plain bagel, and an everything bagel, all cut into quarters, surround 2 individual portions of butter, 1 individual
The meeting begins the way they all do. “Are you happy?” the manager asks with her brows scrunched, cheeks raised, and hands pressing into her heart. “I just want everyone to be happy here.” She gestures to a plate of quartered bagels near the entrance. Chunks of cinnamon raisin, poppy seed, everything, something with cheddar cheese on top surround 1 individual portion of cream cheese and 6 honey packets. “I brought bagels,” she says. “Help yourself.”
“Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes that reason is to give annoying people the chance to say that everything happens for a reason.” – Teju Cole