Employment

Clicking mice, tapping keys, ringing phones and computer screens.
Hours stretch out like a desert road. Tired eyes hoping for the clock to change. Looking for the numbers to alter, like an addict looking for a fix. Each glance always done with haste as each minute feels like ten. Office life is no life for me.

It's unfortunate that so many people celebrate the arrival of Friday with such fervour, all because it heralds the start of the weekend and the weekend meaning no work for two whole days. Then just as quickly, treat Monday like a plague victim. Shunned, cursed and avoided because it brings with it the beginning of the five day trudge towards the next weekend. Weekends are placed on such high a pedestal that they may as well be in orbit. I say it's unfortunate because a job is something you must do in order to live in relative comfort, and something you must do for a damn long time. So why is it everyone, myself included, doesn't strive for a job that doesn't make the weekend look like an oasis in the 9 to 5 desert that is Monday to Friday?
Now I for one find myself to be quite lucky. I all but fell into my job and while it's a far cry from anything I had in mind in my wondrous youth, it's not really something I can complain about. I rise at 6am (turns out there's a 6am) and start in my office at 7am. I have my own office. Me! I'm 23 years old with my own office. It's sounds impressive if I don't go into detail, so I won't. I can wear what I like, not that I have an aversion to suits, I love suits, but wearing your most comfortable clothes in order to sit in a room for 7 hours is a blessing. The only issue really is that I can get bored and in essence, offices and boredom pretty much go hand in hand. Yet I still find myself yearning for that relaxing wave to wash over me as I step out the doors on a Friday afternoon. Sure it isn't just offices. I have friends in retail and teaching who feel the same way. So why is it we just want to spend 48 hours a week pretending the other 120 don't exist? Is the idea of working, paid employment nonetheless, that abhorrent to us and our urge to do as we please so strong?
Laziness? Selfishness? Or perhaps something of more virtue such as the need to work for oneself? To be your own man maybe (yes I said own man you political correctness nuts). Whatever the reason(s) and whether the fact gets resolved in time, all I can say is: TGIF.