working for the weekend?

so, i'm blogging @ work. where i'm not allowed to. seriously. we're not supposed to use work computers for personal reasons. even when we're on break. like i am. i'm off the clock, but don't feel like driving all the way home for an hour to just drive back. so, i'm in the faculty room, violating policy. wev. not the first, or the last.

but, this brings me to something i was thinking about earlier today, and wanted to post on but ran out of time. i dread coming to work. don't get me wrong. i like my job. i enjoy what i do. when i'm done doing it, i have a sense of satisfaction, and want to keep doing it. however, almost every day, i sit around the house knowing that i've got to go back. and it's so hard to get motivated, to get up, to get ready, and to go. even though i know that once i'm here, i'll be fine.

seriously, i think i almost had an anxiety attack this morning thinking about going to work. which is what caused me to think about this whole situation. i enjoy work, but just don't want to go.

what do you think?