Return to Routines

Now that I'm actually in the office and bored as hell, this post serves the purpose of keeping me looking busy. Don't expect any clever comments or ingenius use of the beautiful language, I'll just say what I have to say and I'm off for the seventh coffee of the day with another temp that will be in the office for a week or so and whom I'll never see again but am still forced to smile at and even exchange comments about some f-list celebrities that she adores...

This is the second day at work after my week's break. I can't describe vividly enough the feeling of waking up on Monday morning waiting to switch the bloody kettle on to have my daily dosis of cheap English tea (aka 'monkey' to some) and to get to work. Words such as frustration, boredom, laziness etc all sprang to mind at once, albeit my mind was working on idle and probably was too numb to even put as many letters together to form such words...

Even worse, however, was the day and the afternoon before returning to my way-too-deeply-embedded routines of the working life. Some people call it the 'Sunday Syndrome' and I've also heard it being referred to as the 'fuck work, let's get drunk' day. However, it's not only when returning from holidays that I feel totally unmotivated, lazy and bored whilst expecting to thrust my head through that office door and putting my fake smile on before greeting everybody doing the exact same. I guess though, that returning from holiday must make this feeling grow exponentially.

Well, is there anything that could remove this somewhat sour feeling? So far, I've noticed that it just remains there, regardless of my ludicrous efforts to dispell it by doing something 'creative'. There is no cure, let me repeat, no cure for the Sunday Syndrome. It will prevail as long as I keep working for the 'man'.

Ok, maybe I'm bitter that I have a shitty job that keeps me unentertained most of my time and should be grateful that I even have one. Herein lies, actually, the second dilemma of the working life; not only hating to return to work but of being bored at work. As Mick mentioned below, this is the fundamental problem that many of us face. One week you work like a slave feeling the whip of the bossman on your sweaty back, the next you're playing the part of a "busy-looking-fella-who-actually-has-shit-all-to-do" in an everyday play of "make-your-living-with-a-job-that-you-hate".

I hate my job. Period. Hopefully this week's temp has better topics to talk about than just who went out from Big Brother last week...

Anyway, if anyone out there has a cure for feeling like a piece of excrement on Sundays, please let me know. Hell, I'd even pay for that.
N