THAT attack of Monday blues that eventually turn out to be Tuesday blues, then Wednesday blues, until the only time of the week you will feel alive is during the weekend again. It’s that all too familiar encounter with an overwhelming rush of anxiety and stress that comes with knowing that it’s yet another day to face the rigors of work.
These negative feelings attributed to the beginning and duration of the workweek are serious signs that one’s not happy and dissatisfied with her or his job at all. The unpleasant emotions effected by the workplace are dreaded but unavoidable because it is work after all. We need one for bread and butter. Whether we like it or not, we have to haul our butts off the bed and battle the jading predictability of work ahead. We have somehow accepted this as a psychological phenomenon that we got to be passive, mindless to the reasons of this lack of motivation and just choose to bear this dispirited attitude like it’s a weeklong horrific bout of dysmenorrhea.
These negative feelings attributed to the beginning and duration of the workweek are serious signs that one’s not happy and dissatisfied with her or his job at all. The unpleasant emotions effected by the workplace are dreaded but unavoidable because it is work after all. We need one for bread and butter. Whether we like it or not, we have to haul our butts off the bed and battle the jading predictability of work ahead. We have somehow accepted this as a psychological phenomenon that we got to be passive, mindless to the reasons of this lack of motivation and just choose to bear this dispirited attitude like it’s a weeklong horrific bout of dysmenorrhea.