I've got a serious case of the Monday blahs. You know what I'm talking about, right? That feeling you get as you lie sleepily in bed with your alarm blaring at the same fracking time in the morning that it's gone off for the past 10 years.
I know I'm lucky to have a job. I know I have it better than most people in the world. I know whining about an office job is incredibly lame.
I got my job because I had to and I've kept it for pretty much the same reasons. It isn't fulfilling, challenging, or engaging in the slightest. I'm not a morning person and the whole drudgery of day after day after day year after year after year gets a bit...tiresome.
I think I need to start playing lotto or something.
When I look back on my life and think of how many hours of my time and energy have been spent in endeavors that are nothing more than listless chores for me how am I going to feel?
I need more education I guess. Or bigger balls. There's so many people that are dependent on me (not just my wife and son but my father and my uncles...bleh...long story) that I pretty much have no choice but to strap on my tie and soldier onwards.
I think maybe I should become a rap star or a movie star. That ain't workin. That's the way you do it. Play the guitar on your MTV. That ain't workin' that's the way you do it. Money for nothin' and your checks for free....
*sigh* Alright, beat on me like a red-headed step-child! Call me lazy! I deserve it! After 16 years straight of working (almost 10 at the same place now) I just feel....tired.