Tell me why?

'On 29 January 1979, 16-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer opened fire on children arriving at Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego from her house across the street, killing two men and wounding eight students and a police officer. As to what impelled her into this form of murderous madness, she told a reporter,''I don't like Mondays.'


Now I really, REALLY don't like Mondays.
I'm not the type to take an automatic weapon to work and indiscriminately pick-off my patients and colleagues, but I do find the M word looms ever nearer from about 11 am on Sunday. I quite like my work, but surely there has to be more to life than the 5 days on and 2 days off drudge? Is this something we all suffer from, or just another symptom of my ever looming middle-age crisis?

Is it chic to have a middle age crisis? How do I know if I genuinely am having one? How will I know if it ends? Will it end? Will I be all sparkly and the life and soul of the party again when it does end?

I've never had what I would call a fashionable malaise before, maybe I should have a go with MRSA or ME first, to see if they're more rewarding. The term 'middle-age crisis' tends to do little more than raise the odd unsympathetic eyebrow or comments about attention seeking.
Pffff, attention seeking? Me? Good God no, some people even have the audacity to write their thoughts down on a web page and expect total strangers to be amused and entertained.

Perish the thought. Anyway, all this conjecture doesn't hide the fact that I HATE MONDAYS.