We commented on how difficult it is to go back to work after a long vacation...which I guess is pretty universal. Once you start back up though it's like you never left. Did you dream that vacation? I didn't really go to the Gallapagos Islands did I? Oh wait, no I didn't. (There were times when the only thing I could think of to make sure I actually went on a mission was to think, "Oh wait. I can speak Spanish. I coudln't do that before." I'm getting off track though...)
There are also other points though where you are so burned out at work that the same thing happens...you Just Don't Want To Go...and boy howdy am I ever THERE.
I keep thinking to myself just a few more days, just a few more days...once we get through this weekend, POOF, the crowds go away. Seriously. It's like waving a people eraser magic wand. After the first weekend of January, tumbleweeds blow through movie theaters.
After the first weekend of January I am getting ready for a Big Time Sick. I have been putting it off and putting it off by sheer will. I can't think of a New Years where I wasn't sick and today is no exception.
So when I saw next weeks schedule (and for me, the work week starts on a Friday,) I was happy little Jett to see that I was given Saturday and Sunday OFF. Yay! I sez to myself. Self, you made it, you are DONE! Just get through today!
( See here's the thing... )
Yesterday was so chaotic and with New Years Eve the night before, every part of me screamed that it was FRIDAY. I completely spaced it was THURSDAY. So the end of the night I am making a quick phone call to my mom...and she mentions that the next day is Friday... and I realize she is right...and 20 tons of reality anvil comes smashing from above and I try not to sit and cry in the Ops Office. SAAAAAADDD!!!!
I have to go back. Today. In an hour. UGH.