We all know Mondays suck.
Each week, I will feature a Monday in the life of someone who can provide some comfort/humor/ inspiration to the start of your week.
This week, Meet Kim Kean!
Position | Company: Vice President, Marketing at
FanVision Entertainment
My job includes overseeing
marketing, sales, client management and a little bit of everything in
between. The company is small, so I get
my hands dirty a lot at the track.
One word to describe
Mondays to you? Manic
I can’t write a Susie Sunshine tale about how great
Mondays are and how you should embrace them.
I think most of us would agree the struggle is real! Best case of the Mondays for me is that no
one, including myself, is injured or crying at the end of the day.
7:30 AM
Alarm sounds. Immediately
you are judging, rude! I realize this is
a later wake-up call than most others, but mornings are not my thing. I also have a nasty commute that I purposely
leave late for. More on that later…
Have a quick chat with the man
upstairs (mostly about the ‘no one getting injured or crying’ part) before my
feet hit the floor. Ready and out the
door by 8:30AM. Gus from down the street
is outside and mad at me for letting someone else cut my grass. He’s a talker. I normally let him go on for a bit in his
thick Greek accent, but this morning I can’t deal. Bye, Felicia Gus.
8:45 AM
Reach the ‘highway to hell’ a.k.a I-77 and head north to
my office in Mooresville. What should
take 35 minutes, on most days takes much longer in the mornings and afternoon
rush hours. This is why I leave later,
to try and avoid the bulk of it.
Traffic always comes to a halt
around malfunction junction where 77 and 277 meet. Coincidently, this is also where commuters
decide they should wreck or break down. After
that, the road opens up a little and I hit the gas like Dale Jr. coming out of
Turn 4 at Daytona. Dead stand still starts
ahead of exit 23 where the lanes go from four to two. Whose genius idea was that?! Slow crawl for the next 15 miles. Every. Damn.
Day.
I have no chill in traffic. My vocabulary becomes extra colorful and
creative. Somehow I string together
names, adjectives and phrases one might hear in a prison courtyard.
9:30 AM
In the office, I work on closing out the previous race
weekend in the form of emails, calls and texts.
Alternate with bites of breakfast.
This Monday morning includes getting a recap on sales,
talking with a race team that needs repairs completed, and writing thank-you
notes. Why does no one write notes/cards
anymore?!
11:15AM
Two of my three lines ring simultaneously. Good times.
Go outside to fill up the bird
feeder outside my window. Here is the
first diner of the day, plus a picture of a bird I named Clyde, who started coming
by for daily visits about two months ago.
He’s made friends with the Al Jefferson
bobblehead.
1:30 PM
After
lunch, jump on a call with a race track to discuss a new marketing program
we’re running. They’re all about
it. YESSS.
2:00 PM
Hit a slump. Change
Pandora from ‘90’s Country’ to ‘Today’s Hip Hop’. Lil Wayne starts spitting hot fire and I perk
up a little. This is my favorite jam
right now.
Spend the remainder of the
afternoon emailing, finalizing the upcoming race weekend plans with the office
and road staff, starting holiday sales planning, and approving artwork.
4:35 PM
Back to the Queen City.
Traffic is standstill on 77. In
addition to the normal congestion, there is a 3-car pileup. Thank you, universe! I crank up Taylor Swift and jam it out.
5:30 PM
Make it to the Dowd Y with just enough time to park, change
and get to class. Monday is ‘cardio
strength’ class, and luckily Erin arrived early to set up my spot. Thanks, pal!
Start the class feeling like She-Ra, then spend the next
hour worrying that I will either throw up my lunch, or ‘D.J. Tanner’ in front
of everyone. (I’m sad for you if you
don’t know that episode.) I fear this
EVERY Monday I take this class. Right
now you’re thinking ‘It’s not CrossFit, Kim.
Get it together’. Whatever… We proceed to do so. Much. Jumping.
6:30 PM
Survive
class. We high five that no one D.J.
Tanner’d. Courtney tells
us that she might have broken out into the meat sweats during class and this
makes me laugh REALLY hard for the first time today. HAHAHAHAHHAHA!!
7:00 PM
As I
step out of the shower, the middle toe on my right foot begins to spasm and
contort into what I can only describe as the Star Trek Vulcan salute…but with
my toes. They stay stuck like this for
20 minutes. I make a mental note to get
better sneakers.
7:15 PM
It’s
become clear at this point that I can no longer adult today. Great timing for me to meet up with Rachel
who’s a pro at acting out. We grab a
quick dinner and roll up to the theatre to watch Straight Outta Compton. YES,
please.
9:45 PM
Mind. Blown.
Movie was so good. I leave
feeling resentful of the police and also wanting to hear Eazy-E’s voice.
11:00PM
Bedtime. Attempt to shut my brain off. Thankful I get to wake up and have another go
at it tomorrow.
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