Thoughts of working life

Since graduating from university last June (almost 11 months ago!), I've slowly adapted to what one calls the "working life".
This working life consists of getting up early on weekdays, going to work, working, coming home to relax afterwards and repeating the process the very next day. It is the schedule that the majority of us in the are stuck in, whether we like it or not. Many view this weekday routine as a necessity in order to pay the bills and support your(/your family's) lifestyle.
Of those people that I speak to, there are very few that actually enjoy this routine and what ultimately happens is that we end up battling through the week to reach the highly anticipated Friday afternoon. Where the weekend comes knocking on your door, offering a whole two days of bliss and relaxation.

I really ask myself whether this is really what I have signed up for? Do I really want to spend years "living for the weekend"?

When I first started the job, I relished that fact that I had the evenings and weekends off. To me, it was a time to switch off from work, read a book, chat to or meet up with friends or watch a show or movie on TV.  But as I have become accustomed to post-uni life, I have increasingly questioned this notion of time off work, being described as such. Does your day job really have to be that bad that you need time off? Why can't work be enjoyable?

To me it seems like this is where the underlying resentment towards work is uncovered. One cannot quit work as one needs it to survive (or more commonly put: pay the bills).

I have asked a lot of questions here that I'd prefer to answer throughout a few posts, rather than bore you to death with an extended answer (which quite frankly, I would find too strenuous writing and fleshing out :).