A Case of Weekdays!

Some years ago when Office Space made the phrase "A Case of Mondays" a big hit among executives across America and the rest of world, I couldn't have agreed with it at any stretch. Because I wasn't working at that time. Now I am. I so want to change it in to "A Case of Weekdays". It has been 2 years since I started putting my physical and genial being to work for my existence and future "prosperity". Just 2 years down and I am not even sure where I belong. Look at me right now, Im this totally demotivated, and grounded... morally arrested loser at this minute! And the problem was right there to be seen. This is not what I was born to do and this not what I will die doing.

A deft background: I walk into office with my usual "today is my day" - Tony Robbins Kinda- outlook. I have this crazy idea of making everyday my day thanks to that guy. OK, skip forward. I have to show my presentation to my "reasonable" boss for approval. Well, to give you an idea it's a PPT with findings of a recent survey. Purely subjective consumer reactions papered to look like they are insights that can throw the client out of his chair. Woven from part "personal bias" and part survey "data", this one looked perfect to me. I had no doubt in my mind when I showed this to her. Well, I hate this trippin'. She didn't like it, to be short. She just bombed it, to be realistically cold. I disagreed with her because I never expected her to be blowing away my PPT without even reading it. Of letting her personal mood swing effect, the evaluation of my 2 nights lost sleep. She just can't.

The day never looked so bad to me ever since I joined this totally super "UNBELONGING" place. But guess what I told myself. "Someone please calm me down!!! I need to hang in here and don't get blown off. 'Cause I have a plan!"

I just turned my back against my condescending "boss" and pressed the speed dial button of my cellphone for calling my friend for a pep talk!