Bloody Hate Mondays

Mondays are the emotional equivalent of stepping on a Lego barefoot.
You’ve just spent two days pretending your responsibilities don’t exist — then boom, suddenly it’s 7 a.m., your alarm sounds like a war crime, and your inbox has somehow reproduced like gremlins after midnight.

Your coffee isn’t strong enough, your motivation is still on weekend mode, and your boss starts every Monday sentence with “Quick meeting?” (There’s no such thing as a quick Monday meeting.)

It’s the one day where time slows to a crawl, your brain forgets how to be human, and every traffic light personally conspires against you.

So yeah… Mondays suck.
But at least this shirt says it for you.