Mondays
"I hate Mondays." She says to no one in particular as she walks through the doors. Several of her co-workers offer her friendly smiles but as she reaches her desk she begins to feel a little faint, something stinks. "Do you smell that?" she asks.
Elena shrugs and Danny nods. "I do." He says, "It's crime. Crime is in the air."
She doesn't laugh or even smile; instead she sinks to her chair and vomits into the trash can.
Monday has never been her day.
Note; You can see where I am heading.