A case of the Mondays

I was all set to write about an item I read in the Kansas City Star today headlined "Come on, baby boomers, Get Happy." I have all the links tabbed across the toolbar, ready to go. Because if there's anything that makes me want to bring the caustic, it's a rah-rah headline like that.
Sort of reminded me of that Office Space line, "Someone's got a case of the Mondays."
And it's here I veered a little off course. I went to YouTube, and typed in "case of the Mondays," to illustrate my point.
And came across this:




Have I been regretting the fact that I left cubicle land (which is increasingly what daily newspaper offices look like) to be at home with my kids? And that I now feel stuck and poor because there are no jobs and I've been out of the office workforce too long and nobody wants to hire anyone over 50?
I apologize. These films, apparently from security cameras, really bring back the memories. The desk pounding, the wastebasket kicking, the obscenities. We never had any actual fighting, though a couple of guys had some finger-poking-on-chest action over semantics. (Are you calling me an a**hole? No, I said don't be an a**hole.)
Ah yes, I remember the anger. It's funny to look back on, but was absolutely no fun at the time. That part, I don't miss at all.
So, despite my intention to blast away at Amy Sheridan's piece on baby boomers, I ended up feeling better about my life's choices.
But don't think I've forgotten, miss "licensed mental health counselor and trainer." Meet me here tomorrow, and we'll finish our business.