EVERY positive side effect of a four-day weekend will have been undone by the time office workers scuttle out for a sausage roll at one o’clock.
By this afternoon meetings, emails and colleagues will have reset staff to the soulless husks they were before they enjoyed an extra-long weekend of eating chocolate eggs and watching TV hungover.
Office drone Martin Bishop said: “I thought I’d feel good for at least a fortnight. But even during the morning catch-up I could feel the misery creeping in.
“Fond memories of gorging on Cadbury’s finest and indulging in daytime drinking quickly faded away as I got down to a job I’ve remembered how much I hate, only to be replaced by the familiar emotions of dread, anxiety and existential despair.
“I fired up a spreadsheet to try and distract myself but that didn’t work. The rows and rows of empty cells were merely a grim reminder of the futility of existence.
“There’s nothing to look forward to now except the pathetic, three-day long May Bank Holiday. Then it’s unceasing hard graft until the stress of organising a summer holiday. Although hopefully I might be dead by then.”