Being not of the workforce for an extended period of time, I've not participated in the weekly tradition of the Sunday Bitching about How Much I Hate Work for a while now. But I've started noticing how much others do it, and it almost seems like it kills the entire day's potential for fun.

Granted, the fact that it's Sunday is a reminder to people that they're going back to work after the next time they wake up (unless you take naps on Sundays), so it hangs over your head all day that your time off is fleeting. Sunday is the Day of Drudgery, the day you put off all your chores because you didn't want to think about them on Saturday and you wanted to feel like you actually had some real free time to yourself. So it's like Work at Home Day, which is depressing because then you're dreading doing all the work around the house and then you're dreading returning to the five-day workweek the next day. It's like a double whammy.

This so-called Sunday Syndrome can effectively make it feel like you've only got half a weekend, because you spend so much time thinking about the week ahead that you don't enjoy the day at hand. And it's not a habit that's hard to break either, especially when you spend time with people on Sundays who share your Office Space mentality.

On the flipside, not working makes it very hard to get anything done. You keep saying, "Well, it's not like I've got anything to do tomorrow... I can put this off until then." It's justifiable because you might be doing something at the moment, however ephemeral and stupid it might be, but you're occupied so why not save your drudge work until you've got nothing to do? Of course, it never works like that because you can always find something you'd rather do, so later on you find your bills are all overdue, your dirty laundry pile is taller than you are, the bills still aren't paid, the apartment still isn't cleaned, and the cat hasn't been flossed in days.