Back in January I was convinced I was suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder, a disease whose existence I first learned of on Northern Exposure (you remember that episode where Walt got addicted to his lightbox?). Yeah, you know. SAD. (Sigh). I would come home from the library after a mere 6 hours of sunlight exhausted, collapse into bed and nap for hours. I looked forward to summer when I was told the depression/exhaustion would lift and I would finally be able to, you know, not sleep 13 hours a day.
So now, as we approach the summer solstice, you’d think I’d be happy. The sun doesn’t set until almost 10pm and it’s only the beginning of May!
Yet I find now I’m wide awake with the sun streaming onto my face at 6.30 in the morning. I have more energy at 6.30 in the morning than I usually have all day. I’m bouncing off walls until about noon – usually when I have to start a shift at the deli – when my body realises that it’s been tricked and I should still be sleeping.
My point is this:Â You just can’t win.
Some say that the office/cubicle life is shallow and unfulfilling. There’s a phrase associated with people that make such seemingly negative observations: “no shit sherlock!” If you’re like me, the office is all you got. It encompasses your life 9-10 hours a day without respite. Sometimes it even 