Monday Morning Blues

Posted on Monday 13th November 2006 at 00:00
In case you needed it, yet more evidence that I am clearly from another planet: it's Monday morning and I am actually happy to be up early and about to go to work. Yep that's right, happy! So happy that I was actually singing in the shower, which is something I never do normally. I guess with it only being the second week in the job you could pass it off as new job enthusiasm, and maybe it is, but I think it goes further than that.

It is a curious state of affairs that those people who work all the time seem to want nothing more than a day or two off. For them it would be a happy dream to get every Monday off for a year. I imagine I will whole heartedly agree with them once I am working full time, am run off my feet and never have even a second to do what I want to do. In theory at least, I'm probably going to spend most of my life in this state of affairs, and it won't be until I retire or die at my desk that I get any relief from it at all.

But right now, the very opposite is true. I get two days a week off from uni, and the days I have there aren't always that full. This has been roughly the same for the last two years as well, and you know what? It is not only boring but also thoroughly bland. I mean, what is the point of lying in on a Sunday if you get to lie in on a Monday also? There is nothing special about it at all. And getting done all those things you want to do is nothing like as fun if you can do them almost the moment you think of them.

I also feel quite guilty for not doing anything with all my time when most of the population are working all day every day. It is almost like I can't consider myself a proper man because I'm not taking on the hours and responsibility that other men do, and I don't like that feeling. So yea, I'm glad to be going to work this wet and windy Monday morning, because I'm glad to be able to feel useful and valuable once again, and to be able to respect myself for doing something worthwhile, even if all it is is working behind a bar for a few hours, serving coffee to snobbish lecturers, most of whom don't even say thank you.

I've got to go now or I shall miss my bus. Actually, perhaps I'll stay slightly longer and then take the car in. It would be nice to get through some of the chores that I need to do so that they aren't hanging over me when I return home this evening. Ok, so I guess that is one of the advantages of not working 9-5 each day, but I don't believe for a second you can really appreciate such things until you have a work to go to.

So cheer up, all you people with Monday morning blues. It may seem like the worst thing in the world, to get up early and go to work after a nice weekend off, but really things are a lot better than they might be if you were spending that time at home, in bed. Keep that dream for the weekends, and you will feel infinitely more fulfilled I promise!

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