June 21st

The reality hit on Monday morning is terrible and nasty. After a great weekend, coming to work on Monday is such a comedown. I hate having a glimpse of how life can be fine and easy and peaceful when not working and then suddenly being faced with daily grind and drudgery. After turning on my computer and my emails — there is another hit: everything that could go wrong over weekend, did go wrong. Email after email with problems, demands, questions, suggestions, full of idiocy, and false self-worth from those around me. After 10 minutes at work this morning, I was already in a foul mood and was snipping at my co-workers. I feel a little better now. I mean, I know that I need to do this, everybody needs to work to survive and pay bills and taxes (maybe even having some money left over for some fun). I do realize that it was my choice to pursue a career in the corporate world and there are some things that I need to accept and get used to it and work on minimalizing their negative effect on me. But I do question the need for 40 hours a week and/or a 5 day work week. Why? I am sure that I could be as productive if I could work 4 days 10 hours a day with a Friday or Monday off. Cutting down on repetitive and not-needed and useless meetings would let me do my job in 35 or maybe even 32 hours a week. Of course, that would benefit me — employee, so no company in the world would do it (ok, maybe some very Scandinavian companies would try). Even if the benefit and my productivity would be shared by the company itself. So what I am saying is that we might need a labor/employment revolution in the near future to finally benefit the working class (and me especially).