Leaving your keys at the office

I assume cancer is less annoying than this.  What a 180 from the euphoria of walking towards home, knowing you are about to plop your ass down on a couch and mindlessly watch cartoons for an hour before passing out, to having to repeat the act of getting yourself to work.

If I worked at a candy factory, or a hot girl factory, or a beer factory, then returning to work would be no problem.  Alas, such is not the case.