Many of you know this, but I have long suffered from what is known as Sunday Night Syndrome. It started, I believe, in kindergarten when I first realized that Mondays were not optional. When I realized that from then, and forevermore, I would be forced to rise early on Monday mornings and head off to school or work...the onset of the syndrome seemed instantaneous
The Sunday night syndrome starts early. About midday the blues set in and I would start lamenting the fact that the weekend was already almost over. The syndrome quickly moves into bargaining..."if I just had ONE MORE day to this weekend, I'd be fine...satisfied...I swear." But the realization would set in that this was just not to be. When I was a kid I'd routinely try to press my luck by starting some phantom belly aches or feverish activity in hopes that if I made my case well enough I'd be allowed to stay home sick Monday morning and get that extra day. It rarely worked..I was the ultimate kid-who-cried-wolf and my mother barely even believed it when I actually was sick.
As an adult the Sunday Night Syndrome consisted just of the blues, a bit of crankiness and an intense need to be home early...primarily to sulk. Monday mornings are just as bad - as anyone I've worked with can attest to (Hi John), but by lunch the syndrome has worn off and I'm feeling fine again.
Today is my last Monday at work. By this time next week I will have fulfilled my life-long dream to not have to go to work on Mondays. Sure, there are other great benefits of self-employment, but I can't think of one better. If I can help it I will never work a Monday morning again as long as I live.
I think I may have found the cure. Perhaps Monday and I will soon be friends again.
