Already?

It’s here: Monday morning. I never really had a problem with them until recently – I always saw any day that you had to work as a non-starter – but whether it’s my age or just the fact that the weekends go by with the speed of your average cheetah Mondays do seem to become more and more ominous as the weeks go by.

It’s already the third week of February now and the holiday season feels like it’s happened to someone else. I read that scientists believe that this is the most depressing time of the year and from where I sit right now I’m very inclined to believe them. It’s around now when – clinging to what’s left of the New Years’ resolutions, I’m desperately wanting some time away from the grind, but due to financial reasons (and not knowing what the hell I’ll be doing in the coming months) summer vacations seem like a very distant premise. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that it’s an awful job – I’ve had those before; the absolute feeling of sickness in your gut as you approach the front door – it’s just that its, well…Monday.

Even now, I can feel the ominous presence of pointless tasks that have yet to be unloaded winging their way towards the team I work on and – like most people – wishing that I had guessed those correct numbers on Saturday night. I’m not afraid of working by any stretch; I just find work for works’ sake is not the best way forward – there are only so many pointless meetings you can attend in a week…