I had a nice morning getting ready for work.  I showered, meditated, ate some breakfast and then left.  On the way to work I was thinking about what a great mood I was in and how happy I was it was Friday.  Things plummeted as soon as I got to work. I only have 14 more days I have to work, but I really wonder how I’m going to survive them.   I’ve decided that this week the universe decided to jam the 5 days of despair I normally feel at work into the 4 days I worked this week.  It was tough.  I also feel quite cheated that ‘soul-crushing’ was not listed in the job description when I applied.  That is a key piece of information that went missing.  Anyway, I’m tired and want to go to bed.  Tomorrow should be a better day than today was.  I hope anyway.