I'm back at work after three glorious weeks off. I find it hellish having to wake up at 6.30am when I've spent the past week emerging from my bed at 11.00am. My circadian rythms, never likely to beat out a nice even drum solo at the best of times, are hammering an erratic tune at present.
Hellish!
Why does man have to work?
Why, why, WHY???
Why did Eve have to take a bite of that damn apple?
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I'm not the slightest bit religious, however I'm sure that if there was an Adam and Eve, Adam would have had just as much of a hand in getting us ejected from the Garden of Eden as his female partner in crime!
I'm with you. I am back after two weeks off and I hate it so much I've been contemplating coming up with not so creative excuses for not coming in. The first thing I think when my alarm goes off is "what can I do to avoid getting out of bed right now? How can I get out of this?" Sigh. It really sucks.
It is obvious that we both need to be in better professions. I dream of a day when I wake up full of enthusiasm for my job.
For now, I guess I'll have to keep on dreaming.
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