Platter of ranting with a side of sunshine

I'm already not a fan of Mondays, but I *really* get ticked when they go all out, springing crap on top of idiocy throughout the day and sprinkling the entire pile with sour grapes. I may actually punch someone in the face by the end of the day (for real) and it's only through grace that the miscreant boys aren't at rehearsal tonight, under my charge, as I would probably kill one as an example to the others (and I already know which one I to pick).

On the other hand, I've gotten some pink foam action for the day and, as a direct result, now fully grasp the awesome of duct tape band-aids.