There’s an exchange in Office Space that goes:
Peter Gibbons: So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that’s on the worst day of my life.
Dr. Swanson: What about today? Is today the worst day of your life?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Dr. Swanson: Wow, that’s messed up.
For the most part I’ve pretty much found this to be true working in an office. Well, not my whole life, but my work life at least. Over time the little irritants become chronic pains. A coworker’s quirks begin to grate like nails on a chalkboard. You begin to anticipate how sluggish and out of sorts you’re going to feel at the end of the day and that anticipation just make it start a little sooner. Temperatures bug you. Signing Birthday cards bugs you. The sound of someone’s voice makes you want to punch them in the face. Or maybe I’m just being hypersensitive. I’m pretty sure Office Space speaks the truth though and I could probably find examples in my work space of every comedic moment in that movie. I honestly don’t know how anyone can stay with one job for more than a couple years.
Anyway, yesterday was the first day in a long time that reversed the trend. I took a field trip up to Snoqualmie Pass to help out with wetland delineation work. This basically involved me driving in my car by myself for two hours listening to music, then walking around in the woods with a GPS unit (plotting wetland boundaries with a senior wetland biologist) for about seven hours, then driving back in my car. I was in shorts all day and sandals for about three hours (walking a stream). Not a case of the Mondays to be had anywhere.