After a week away on vacation I am here sitting at my desk wondering where the heck the time went? If feels like just yesterday I was getting on a plane to Florida to go visit the family and spend a few fun days at Disney World and Universal Studios. Now here I am sitting in a fog all clueless and dazed. Did I really ever leave here? I set my “out of office” notice on my emails. My desk was cleaned off. All my work was caught up. Yet, I feel like a mess and am buried in work. Was all this just a dream? Happy post-vacation! I feel as if I need a vacation from my vacation. I’m already tired. Like I just had a forced enema. I need my bed and a few more days off. Ugh!
This is so ever true. The first day back at work is a day to drink coffee. Tell your coworkers where you were at and what you did. Check up on Facebook to get all caught up on your friends drama. Surf the net. Take a long lunch. Actually leave on time and go home to collapse. I thought a vacation was supposed to re-energize us?
How can one possibly have so many emails sitting in the in-box? My “out of office” said to contact “so and so” on any questions or requests. I am now only half way through the 1,536 emails that I need to follow up on! Also, half of them are spam messages. WTF? How did they get past the spam filters? Oh, I love the ones that want a proposal and need it asap, like four days ago, and sent three follow up emails asking why I have not responded. I want my mommy…..
This is pretty much how I felt while off for the week. Except the red bar started on Sunday night with me. I think we might be a little work stressed over here in the good old USA!
Now that I have had about five cups of coffee it’s all coming back to me. I do remember a bit of what I do around here. Still not ready to pick up the phone yet and speak to anyone. Just communicate by email for the first few days back. Oh crap, I just received a message that my email in-box is full and running out of memory space. I better start hitting that delete button.
Ok, I do have to admit that I am such a big kid that I still get a kick out of going to the Disney parks down in Orlando. Even if I did spend a good part of the week down there with my parents. Even though at times I wanted to strangle both of them. I do love my parents but there were some moments that made me want to impale myself on something. Ever notice that as we get older our parents start acting like bratty children?
Thank all things holy for EPCOT! You can drink here! You can get drunk all around the world! While we were here it was the Food & Wine Expo, which also features Brews Around The World tour that my dad and I partook in. Oh yeah, we were pretty rocked by the time we left after drinking from Canada to Thailand and beyond! So many different beers to try. We hit the World Showcase part of the park as soon as it opened and stumbled out after the sun went down. I think the real meaning of EPCOT for us boozers is – Every Person Carried Out Toasted!
Pretty much the way I felt after being a gluttonous pig all week. Tried putting on my pants this morning and have to wear them with the button undone and the belt at the last loop. Why do we do this to ourselves while on vacation? It’s not as if the calories and fat grams don’t count and magically disappear! Way too many Mickey Ears ice creams. Way too much booze. Hello treadmill and salads!
Why does everyone think I am supposed to be all cheery rainbows and riding unicorns across the sky while throwing candy at everyone? I don’t know about you but coming back to work after a week with the parental units is stressfull enough as it is. Don’t talk to me for a few days, and don’t ask me to go to lunch. Unless it’s a liquid lunch. And you stay silent. One word about work and you will end up on a milk carton!
Probably one of the better reasons to come home from vacation. There is still nothing better than sleeping in your own bed and pooping in your own crapper! Admit it – we all feel this way!
I wonder what it must be like now for this guy to have to punch into work each day and have a mouse as your evil boss lord? Welcome back to the Rat Race!