Sunday Nights...Oh How I Rue Thee!

Sunday night. Drat. Drat. Drat.

That means in less than 12 hours I'm back to the rat-race that we call Corporate America. I swear that Sunday nights are the most depressing night of the week. I start to dread the next 40 hours of my life. Okay, who am I kidding, try the next 45-50 hours of my life (and I know that I have it good compared to some). So, what's a girl to do? I'm thankful to have a job in this economy, but Corporate America is sucking the life out of me! I like vampires, but geez, this is not what I had in mind. The beast that is Corporate America looks nothing like Edward Cullen or Bill Compton, so stop the bloodletting! Huge props for you literaries who actually know who Edward or Bill is... Now, don't get me wrong, I love living in the U.S., but when it comes to work we really got the short end of the stick. Our "work values" are completely screwed up. Look at the people in Europe! You can't tell me that they won't live longer than the crazy Americans busting their humps. Can I honestly say that although I love taking a day of vacation, I almost hate taking a day of vacation just as much because the stress of catching up is ridiculous. Can I also mention as a sidebar that this 30-something has never had a job I've enjoyed. That is just plain wrong. Am I the only one? Somebody cure me of this sickness! Somebody help me attract a job I enjoy! Somebody please tell me that it's NOT Sunday night again!!