You know those clichés that always turn up on mugs in a quaint handwritten font, like «don’t talk to me until I’ve had my coffee» or «I hate Mondays?» These sorts of platitudes don’t become popular for no reason—there’s always some truth there. But do you ever think that maybe the whole over-caffeinated Monday-hating grouch stereotype is just a shallow facade and in reality most people just hate their shitty 9-5 jobs but can’t do much about it and so they find something abstract to blame, like a day of the week? That maybe, just maybe, if we didn’t have to spend most of our waking lives doing soul-crushing little tasks in order to pay the bills, we wouldn’t have to use absurd excuses (like coffee deficiency) to explain away our existential burnout. Maybe you don’t hate Mondays, maybe you just hate your job. 

That said, don’t talk to me until I’ve had my memes.