I can’t believe this. Usually I’m pretty good at Mondays. I wake up refreshed and eager for battle after my break, but today I’m wrestling with the depression squid.
Maybe my break was a little too relaxing? A week on the beach thinking about lifestyles is hardly a good way to prepare yourself for the kind of day I’m having. Here’s me, at the office and trying to prepare for a very busy few months. I desperately need some information that someone else has failed to provide, and they have turned their phone off. I’m facing a long stretch of very hard work, financial insecurity, miserable weather, pressure, responsibility, etc. And my motivation is at zero.
I feel physically like crap. My cat welcomed me home by ripping lumps put of my hand. I’m having guilt trips about neglecting her ladyship - if she’ll keep out of my way long enough to be neglected of course. Don’t women understand that guys need time alone? Today it’s all too much, and the day’s activities are facing cancellation due to unusually high apathy.
Can somebody, lots of somebodies, please remind me of what I’m doing here and how great it is?