Ah the Monday after a holiday weekend. Nothing like it when you work at an organization teetering on the brink of insolvency to make sleep Sunday night hard to come by.
It’s character flaw, I know, but I’m always convinced after a holiday that I’m going to get back to my desk to find that they’ve decided they really don’t need me and all my crap has been packed into a box and set on what used to be my desk.Â I’m sure if BigPharma could find one they’d be marketing a pill to cure random episodes of paranoia and self-doubt.
I also dread Mondays because, at least until the middle of March, Monday is one of two days in the week on which I am forced to go into the office.Â Going into the office didn’t used to be so bad.Â My room got a lot of sun and I had it to myself.Â Alas, both of these conditions now evaluate to false.
Sharing an office isn’t so bad.Â I’m getting used to the headphones again for music and the fact that my officemate has his phone ringer set way too loud.Â What I can’t get used to is the fact that for 8 hours a day no matter how bright it is outside I don’t see the sun.
I know I shouldn’t be complaining.Â After all, I still have a job and a paycheck coming in, and I do work at home two days a week. In many respects life could be a lot worse. That said, I’m just as happy to not be at my desk in the office.