After two weeks and two days off I go back to work tomorrow. That’s sixteen days of sitting back and not doing a whole lot.
Sixteen days of going to bed late and getting up late.
Sixteen days of doing what I liked, when I liked.
From tomorrow at 9am I have to get back in the mindset of concentrating on something else for a minimum of 8 hours a day.
In one way, I’m looking forward to getting back. I’m bored and there’s only so much to do to fill in the hours.[1]
In another way, I’m dreading going back tomorrow. It’s going to be hard work. It’s going to be a long day and, worst of all, it’s going to be a day of making small talk revolving around variations of “How was your Christmas?”.
The only thing that will make it worthwhile is the fact that everyone else is in the same boat.
- I’m a night owl, so there’s not a whole lot to do in the early hours beside surf and watch crappy television. [↩]