That is not my job

I got up without much enthusiasm, rolled out of bed and sat there not wanting to believe I had to go to work again. What came to mind was that this must just be a bad dream; a dream that never seemed to end with the same old being done over and over again. I jerked my body up to a standing position and glanced slowly around back towards my comfortable and warm bed and had to use every last once of strength not to head back into its embrace.