I'm on about my third straight week of solid Mondays at work...
...and Wednesday I felt like complaining for a minute, and then I remembered to be grateful that I don't have a 100 pound scrotum. Come to that, I'm glad not have a scrotum at all, what with me being a girl and all, but, still, SHEESH!
Now THAT would put a hitch in your git-along.
Suddenly, that crap that was bugging me seems a tiny bit less severe!