Just Another Manic Monday

Monday is a major source of depression. The first work day of the week feels like the worst day of your life on a continuous seven day loop.

Friday had such hope. We were going use barely forty-eight hours to get out all of the hopes and dreams before going back to the grind. The dreams were relaxation, hobbies, and interests.

If only to finish that one wood project in the wood shop or play that amazing show. Most would settle for getting the house completely cleaned and the yard mowed. After that, write the next chapter of that novel you just want to get onto paper.

We spend five days doing things we don’t like to get two days to find fulfillment.

They say we should find a job we love and we’ll never work a day in our life. The reality is you take the job you can get. You do what you are acclimated to doing and what is geographically available unless you can pull of one of those work from home jobs.

When the weekend is here we aren’t watching the clock. We do not measure our productivity in hours. Even when we simply run errands, it feels better that selling our time for money.

Every Monday starts with the existential dread of doing to unfulfilling thing yet again. Brew the coffee. Fry an egg. Sit down at the desk and begin. Maybe not begin so much as check your email and roll your eyes.

There has to be a better way to almost pay your bills every month.

The first meeting that could have been an email begins in two hours. Somehow that knowledge becomes cripples the mind and those are are filled with clicking through Outlook to adjust calendar items and play with email folders.

Go to the meeting. Sit silently as you make another list of regrets in your mind to understand how you got to this place in life. Each time you do this you realize you traded a dream for a paycheck. You wanted to build your own thing but could never figure out what that thing was. So you got a job in insurance and make charts from reports based on sketchy data manipulated to tell the story the boss wants to hear.

Then you’re told AI is coming and this will be taken care of by that eventually. You ponder going into long haul trucking so you don’t have to stare at a screen all day. Trucking, however, is another kind of sitting and staring and will also be taken over by AI soon enough.

None of this will be a problem if you quit eating and sleep outside.

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