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I used to love Mondays.

At 6, it meant a fresh batch of cartoons for the week.

At 10, it meant not having to spend another minute with my father.

At 15, it meant the end of a hangover-filled weekend and 5 days of unpredictable fun in the Boardo.

At 18, it meant we were 3 days closer to Dice Night.

Then, at 21, all the past reasons came together to make one great, big, GIANT reason. Mondays now marked the start of a work week. And because it was my first year working, it had very little (but enough) to do with work. Instead it meant America’s Next Top Model and late night movies or drives with Coffee Friend, nightly drinks with Dawn and Lola, and a lot of new experiences. It was exciting and I was filled with boundless energy. I never wanted to sleep because I didn’t want to miss a moment of it.

I loved working!

But now, 2 years later, Mondays are… Hell. That’s the only word I have to describe it and it still doesn’t do my emotions justice. I’m bored to death, have lost motivation and am stuck in a job that sucks up my passion and tests my patience. My time with The Man, unhinging as it was, is nothing compared to the way I feel now.

So until that day comes when I can walk into work with 3 white envelopes in hand, I will look to the silver linings…

At 23 22, Mondays mean a new comic on Words & Pictures!!! Yay! I love these guys! They’re a creative team at an agency in Canada who try not to mention where they work, but being the stalker I am, I think it’s one of the Ogilvy’s. I found them one Arc-ish day and they completely turned my mood around. It’s a great comic because they reflect the lies and truth in our industry. But what makes them really addictive is how they love their jobs. Their passion speaks volumes and it reminded me of the reasons why I love what I do. They reminded me so well that I decided to give up on and leave this place before I get too jaded and complacent. The world does not need another writer who treats it as just a job.

There was something else that made me like them…

These boys seem to really respect and care about each other (in a heterosexual way). I’ve found the partner I need and want in my personal life. Now to find one for my work life.

.al.

Had today not been a Mundane-day*, I would: Still be pretending that I am not legally, physically and mentally an adult.

*Credit to Dawn for coining the term that so rightly fits this Monday.