Fuck Mondays. Ive been off on vacation (or "cottage" for you heathens to the North) for two weeks now and today is the first day back. My couch and TV are less than 50 feet away and my bed is giving me all kinds of sexy looks and coziness through the bedroom door. But no, I have to sit at this desk for the next 12 hours doing meaningless work. As a pure utilitarian, I get nothing out of it. Its not fulfilling emotionally, mentally, or spiritually. Electronically moving numbers and decimal points doesnt exactly stimulate me. If the mind is a muscle that must be exercised, mine atrophied and withered away into the ether around 6 months ago. Focus: Do you feel fulfilled with your job? Why or why not? Alt Focus: What job or career would you rather be doing instead? Anti Focus: Fuck Mondays after vacation.