At Least You Aren't Doing This Job Tomorrow

So it's Sunday night. Did you have a nice weekend? We hope so, although it doesn't really matter at this point. Tomorrow is Monday, and with it comes that familiar, creeping feeling of dread. Maybe it started earlier this afternoon, when you were having a nice Sunday session and paused to think shit I have work tomorrow, so then you ordered another drink. Or it could have been when you were getting your groceries and remembered you needed cereal because tomorrow you'll be snatched away from the sweet and savoury brunch dream that has been the past 48 hours. Or it could have set in really early, like when you were leaving work on Friday and wondered, how is it that I work five days, wearing this ill-fitting shell of professionalism, only to gather enough marginally disposable income to enjoy myself for two days? To feel like myself, to live the truth I thought would be my adulthood?

Although it's not really two whole days, because here you are, on Sunday evening, with Monday's slow poison already dripping into your brain.

Well, we can't really do anything to help you with that. But we can point out that it could be worse. It could be so bad that you could have this job, which you don't, so cheer up and enjoy the fact that someone else does.