Just Another Manic Monday
by:
LozDisclaimer:
This little innocent piece of writing bought a glint of happiness to my day, are you going to deny me that and sue me? Have a heart :0) Song from Bangles. Circa.1980.Category:
Romance, CJ/LeoSpoilers:
noneRating:
PG-13Author's Note:
This one is dedicated to the manic Monday that was the 27th of August. When I overslept, oh and when I was oversleeping, I wasn't dreaming about Leo, I leave that up to CJ, she doesn't need my help on that one.~*~
Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream
"Oh you've got it all wrong." CJ sighed to the radio.
"I was kissin' hunky Leo by a crystal blue Italian stream." She sang her improvised words out loud to herself. She immediately wondered if Leo liked Italian blue streams.
As the song said it was in fact 6am already and it was far to early to have to be going back to work after finishing at 2am. Her radio alarm had callously sucked her from her morning dream with this horribly appropriate and at the same time inappropriate song, appropriate as she had been dreaming, inappropriate only because it was in fact Wednesday not Monday.
But I can't be late
'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made
"Not getting paid would be easy compared to the questions everyone is going to ask me today." CJ muttered to herself pulling up her bed sheets. She wondered why when someone slips up, everyone notices, but good things achieved went by with little recognition.
"What am I going to say, I'm late because I was in a Leo induced coma and if you come to my office later I'll give you full details of my little erotic dream?" she continued to talk to herself.
"Stuff the bed." CJ said to herself throwing the quit haphazardly up the bed and resolving to leave it there, it wasn't like The President was going to be paying her a visit and everything had to be neat.
It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my funday
My I don't have to runday
It's just another manic Monday
She remembered back fondly to Sunday, Sunday when she had slept till 9am and then used the rest of her day to read, an actually novel, not something related to work. She'd cooked for pleasure and then indulged in the pleasures she cooked up, she rang her dad and spoke to her mum, she went for a walk and took in somewhat fresh air and went to bed after a long soaking bath that night.
"It was a funday and I didn't have to runday." She told the radio.
Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane
I still couldn't make it on time
She conceded she was lucky she didn't have to catch the train to work, except when her car had engine failure and refused to be revived.
"Work at nine everyday." She sighed, work at nine that meant stability and a schedule, two words not in her vocabulary. She worked till the job was done or the problem was solved, no matter what hour it was.
"And if I had a time machine I still wouldn't make it on time." She chuckled to herself, at this rate she wasn't going to make it on time, but every other day she was on time.
'Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I'm gonna wear
Blame it on the train
But the boss is already there
Opening her closet doors she surveyed with dismay the garments that were left hanging, and this usually meant the washing basket was full.
She rifled through the remaining clothes, some too small, but she'd never been able to throw them away, some colors from 3 seasons ago and others needed to be let down to accommodate her stature.
She finally picked the black skirt suit she had purchased for a funeral a while back, when people asked her today who died she could tell them they were going to because they'd made her come in early after staying late the night before and interrupted her dream, which by the way if they came to her office later on she'd tell them about…. they all wished.
Grabbing her car keys she prayed that her car was in the mood to start today, there was only so many times you could use an excuse that was in the same band as 'my dog ate my homework.' And she knew the traffic was no excuse because Leo would already be there, sending someone looking for her because she was late for staff, or looking for her himself, and he took almost the same roads in as she did.
All of the nights
Why did my lover have to pick last night
To get down
Doesn't it matter
That I have to feed the both of us
Employment's down
She picked up the end of the song in her car and found herself singing along while stopped at traffic lights. She could see it tomorrow, 'Press Secretary talks to self in car'. Ahh what the hell, it wasn't like she hadn't been doing that exact thing for 30 minutes while she was getting ready this morning.
6:30 senior staff was starting.
Why couldn't she has erotic foreign dreams about Leo on a Saturday night, why last night and if she lets this happen again she won't be feeding Leo because employment is down, she'll be struggling to feed herself because she has no employment. He wouldn't do that, not after taking her to Italy!
He tells me in his bedroom voice
C'mon honey, let's go make some noise
Time it goes so fast
When you're having fun
"Oh enough!" she flicks the radio off and the song is gone, anymore of that and she's going to have to take a cold shower before her first briefing, before she even steps foot in the building.
As she approaches her door CJ hopes she can fly under the radar for a little while and then apologize to Leo in private for missing staff and catch up on what she missed. She passes through security and heads towards her office.
"CJ you're late and you missed staff!" she hears him bellow, oh god she was right, he is walking the hallways himself looking for her. She looks behind her; she's taken exactly two steps into the building before he has ambushed her.
So much for flying under the radar and that crystal blue Italian stream.