Just My Perspective

I feel like something is pressing down on me, like one of those machines that crushes past-their-prime cars in a junkyard. It must be the weight of 4 1/2 more days of this desk holding me back, this computer staring me down, these keystrokes falling painfully in my ears. A full work week carries with it a heaping portion of disdain and a measure of apathy only an American youth could muster.
My mind has this vicious cycle, though, that doesn't stop at loathing my employment. See, my mind wanders from loathing to disdain to apathy, and then into the woods of ungrateful snobbery and it's associated guilt. It's not enough that I don't want to be in this cubicle for another second, I feel my grace is lost and humility stomped when I start to take this steady paycheck for granted. When the resentment for these little walls sets it, so does the guilt; so many people are without a livelihood, who am I to be angry at mine? And the cycle tumbles wildly in my head, taking out all innocently bystanding thoughts and ambitions.
The only temporary relief I've found is a treadmill at the gym across the street. Some people feel like a treadmill is a pointless run to nowhere; a hamster wheel with no progress made. I, however, feel like I'm miles away from this desk after a few short minutes on the belt. At some point I'll get a runner's high, and hopefully get far enough up to be able to look down at my anger and see it in perspective.
I have every right to feel overqualified and over-intelligent for this job; there are very few things in my day that require more than vague attention and basic motor skills. I have every right to resent the stack of papers needing filing, given to me like they were a gift; this is not whatI have student loans for.
I should not, however, let this job eat my creativity like a light snack, or hunt my motivation for sport. The vicious tumbleweeds that have taken over my mind again on this Monday morning will not be allowed to persist into the afternoon. Today is too important.