Here we go! Another workweek has begun. We've done everything we could to prepare, or even to coax it away, but Monday doesn't accept bribes, so we've got to find a way to deal with it.

We all have our own way of handling Mondays. My personal method is to greet it with enthusiasm, because forcing a smile makes it a lot harder to cry before I've even left for work. It may not be the most honest approach, but the charade can eventually lead to sincerity, so I've been told.

Some choose to meet Monday with just as much malice as it has treated them to over the years. This unhealthy escalation can lead to a lot of grumbles, bad attitudes and, in some severe instances, a case of "The Mondays" can develop. Not to worry, though, "The Mondays" usually only lasts 12-24 hours, depending on what's for lunch and your sleep cycle (please, consult your doctor if your case of "The Mondays" lasts longer than anticipated, as these symptoms may also be indications of a more serious condition - "The Blahs").

Then comes Tuesday, looking all smug. Tuesdays, I've found, can be even harder than Mondays, especially if Monday was particularly awful. Walking into work on a Tuesday feels like trying to dodge the one person you really can't deal with right now... but Tuesday always finds you. Always.

Tuesdays always want to hang around a little longer than is comfortable, too. And they can't take a hint. You've got something to do? No problem! Tuesday will just swing by later to remind you that it's here. And it's not going anywhere.

By the time Wednesday rolls around, there is a faint glimmer of optimism that the week is halfway done. But OHMYGOSH the week is halfway done! The tower of tasks left to do before the weekend soon blocks out the light at the end of the workweek tunnel.

Wednesday feels like digging your way out of a tomb. You claw your way through your workload, barely alive, by the end of it. Why does Wednesday work feel like it takes so much longer than any other day?

By the time you come up for air, you realize that nobody is even around because it's Thursday. It's sort of surreal at first, walking through the Thursday haze, realizing that everyone has either literally or figuratively clocked out early. Either they have become a zombie, like you, or they just didn't show up.

There's still so much work to do, and you find you're pulling a lot more than your share... but honestly, you're so numb at this point that it doesn't even matter. You don't remember driving to work or how you got home, either, but when the day is done, all you really want is a good Thursday nap.

Then, it's Friday.

Finally, Friday! You're pumped for no other reason than the fact that this glorious day marks the end of your vain toils. This is, perhaps, the only day of the week you don't utterly despise.

By Friday afternoon, the weekend is within your reach! You're so close you can taste it! Friday! Yes! Get it!

And before you know it, it's Monday all over again. But that's okay. Just pace yourself. Breathe. Set simple objectives throughout the week. You can do this. We can make it! Take it one terrible day at a time.

Today's goal: stay employed.