Your Monday morning routine actually says as much about the trajectory of your life as your horoscope. Read on.
Drinking a green juice on a Monday morning makes you one of two people. The kind that packs their lunches for the week on Sunday afternoons and can manage to get down a glass of warm water with lemon juice first thing in the morning with minimal gagging, or the type of person that is repenting for their sins of the weekend.
It’s possible that the Monday morning gym junkie loves nothing more than a sweaty 10km run carrying a boulder on their shoulders — but chances are they more so enjoy the arrogant snapchats and posts including #earlywakeup #worthit. You can read more about this kind of person, here.
The Caffeine Junkie is probably surrounded by 3-piece-suit-wearing, business class frequents talking loudly down their Galaxy S7s. Usually spotted in Barangaroo, World Square or Wynyard these people never have time for breakfast.
You’re a doer, and the envy of all. Wearing a matching set of undies on a Monday makes you the type of person that’s done their ironing for the week and who has credit on their opal card. You’ll do great things.
The café breakfast makes you either one of three people, a CEO, a blogger or a student. We live in the age where we can live in our parent’s house until we’re thirty, get four degrees and no job, or, discover success very early in life. So it can be hard to spot. Though, chances are that if someone is wearing gym gear to perform non-gym duties (aka. eating breakfast) they are not a CEO.
The bacon and egg go-to is fast, delicious and most importantly, cheap. After an injection of carbohydrates you are a joy to be around on a Monday morning, except for the man at the newsagency, because you always ask if you can pay for your $2 morning newspaper with pay-pass.
We all have one person in our team who fits this description. But put away your burning sticks and pitchforks, because 20 Minutes Late isn’t the bad guy here. She is merely a defiance to our generational attitude that we should sell our souls for our boss. So just let her live.
If this person is you, read this.
You are either one of two people. a, the kind that abbreviates everything to end in ‘o.’ (smoko, arvo, etc. – which makes you a yobo) or b, the kind that needs a new job. Lucky – our Job Finder is updated in real time.
Now don’t get the wrong idea, this isn’t a shameless plug, it’s a point in the right direction.