Dreadful Mondays, don't you agree?

Moan-day, that what's it is, moaning on an otherwise wonderful Sunday evening, not looking forward, but being drawn every second, towards Monday. How I loathe Monday, not the day though, but the prospect of going to office. I tell myself isn't 17 years of being someone's or some big corporation's employee a little tiresome? Then I tell myself it will all end. I will make something of myself, my life, my family's life. Enough of having to juggle with multiple credit cards, my rolling financial pins. Enough of waking up drooling from my day dream. I am setting my foot down and doing something about my life.