Work again? Really? Didn't I just do that yesterday?
If Monday had a face... I would punch it.
I am so tired ever my tiredness is tired.
I hate when I lose things at work, like pens, papers, sanity and dreams.
I'm not running away from hard work, I'm too lazy to run.
I love my job only when I'm on vacation.
Just once I'd like to wake up, turn on the news, and hear "Monday has been cancelled," and then go back to sleep.
In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.
That moment your alarm clock goes off in the morning and you don't know whether to get dressed or fake an illness.
Tell me what is your dream job? In my dreams I don't work.