Sunday

A friend of mine mentioned that her husband gets depressed on Sundays, because it's the day before he returns to work. Sigh. I nodded in agreement. I don't want Sundays to symbolize dread and anxiety, as well as, the end to what was a short time away from work. But more and more, I feel the same way. I don't like my job. The funny thing is, I start contemplating reasons that I should call-in...go in late or just quit all together. I know a job is a job...and if you're doing what you enjoy it doesn't feel like work. OK. I got to get to that point. Increasingly, I talk to many more people that dread Sundays and the onset of the work week versus greeting it all with a big smile, waiting for Monday. My car ran out of gas...I over-slept...my pet died...forgot it was Monday...had food poisoning. I know there are all kinds of excuses. I just want to say: I don't like my job and simply don't feel like being there today. Or I'm burnt out (true) and need a couple days to not do shit. Just be. I want Sundays to feel like more than just the day before Monday. I want Sunday to still feel like one more day of the weekend. No dread, no anxiety. This Sunday, I need to start looking for a new job.