Coming back from a weekend with a drinking holiday is always brutal. Sure, there was a time when St. Patricks day had nothing to do with pinching people, wearing green, or drinking your weight in dip-dyed beers, but that was back when people didn't have to clock in to work on Monday mornings at 8AM. However, some of us have been spiraling in that hungover, Monday-morning moody attitude for decades, wondering when our bonuses are coming and calculating how many more years we have to work until

Ahh, it's Monday morning again. Your coffee is weak, the train was delayed, and you already have 186 unread emails in your inbox– it's gonna be a rough week. But where did the weekend go? Two days of leisure were simply consumed by errands that you had no time for during the week, weren't you supposed to relax at some point? Once again, Saturday morning leaked into Sunday night and now you're trapped in the corporate hellscape known as the Sunday Scaries. It's that feeling you get on Sunday eve…