Monday, no

Why is it Monday already? That's the thought that goes through my head on Sunday evening. By Monday morning I'm already defeated and in my car. Why do we work so much as a society? In those European Latin countries, I hear they have two hour lunches and months worth of vacation time instead of our piddly two weeks. In some places, an 8 hour work day is unheard of. And the concept of the afternoon nap? Sign me up.

I mean honestly, what are we doing? Are we just so much more inefficient at work that we have to do so much more of it? Are we making sure we have enough industrial capacity for world war 3? Do we just like speeding through life until we're 50 and wondering what just happened? Are we working to pay off our credit spending because we like stuff, lots and lots of stuff? And where is the payoff for all this work that we do as a society? Look at the Japanese. They work more than we do, and one has to wonder what their payoffs as a society really are. Sure they have almost no crime compared to us, but are they really better off? Yes, it would be cool to live in the technology center of the world, and experience their almost limitless creativity when it comes to consumer goods. But I don't think I want to work so hard that dying in your office of a heart attack is so common, that they actually have a term for it. I'd rather live in the Italian countryside, lying down on the grass and staring at clouds that may or may not look like bunnies. Right now, I'm sitting in my office and looking out the window and NOTHING looks like a bunny. It's all kinda gray and vomitty looking. Would be so much better on a grassy field.

Mondays... what a crock.