Everyone has those days where you wake up and drag your feet into soul destroying box known as work. But then it's also probably true that you question why you have to work for eight hours every single day in order to pay bills and have a roof over your heads every time you peel your eyes open; why can't we just get paid for being awesome or have someone follow us around with TV cameras all day? Annoying right? Of course this doesn't apply to everyone, there are some us that can't wait to get into work every day and that's amazing but also kind of weird, because it's still work. And nobody ever believes you anyway. The opposite is more typically true: every day you'll notice someone whose resting work face is also the same as their "currently hating my life" face. Their cold, sorrowful eyes and monotonous voices are easy to spot in their world of repetition, targets and customer service and they couldn't scream living for the weekend more if it was stamped on their forehead. Remember: it's nice to be nice, so next time you see someone wishing they were somewhere else, put a smile on your face and try to cheer them up - a little act of kindness goes a long way. As does having a decent boss and co workers who you can call friends and not want to set on fire...