boboff wrote:
"just after antique Road show, and before Last of the summer wine, bath time, and you havn't done your homework, and your rugby boots are still muddy and wet in your sports bag and it's games second lesson" is not really succinct enough
Oh my god, that brings it all back so clearly, the absolute misery of Sunday when its school the next day. I hated school so much, even now I still have nightmares about it, really bad ones.
Problem is, just in the last few months, work has - for the first time in my life - been giving me that exact same feeling on a Sunday. It's just awful. It does need a word, you're right, a word that describes that slump, that dread, that sense of futility......I need a new job.