Being back to work from two glorious weeks of cottage vacation really blows.
Add on a massive heat-wave that hits on the Sunday before you start work, the surprising realization that your air conditioner has somehow broken during your absence (natch) and having to watch your partner-in-parenting prepare for his three-day business trip to Montreal, and you will be able to see, with the naked eye, the stress re-piling onto previously-relaxed shoulders. Nothing like re-emergence-chaos. What’s that term for deep-sea divers who come up too fast? Google says it’s Decompression Sickness (DCS). That’s it. I think I have that. I wonder if I could get a doctor’s note. Get me a hyperbaric chamber, stat.
Single-parenting for three days is bad enough. I hate to say it but it feels like taking two weeks of vacation is almost not worth it. Almost. For the amount of work that goes in to preparing for vacation and then coming back to an onslaught of piled-up work, having to cover co-workers’ workload who left for vacation the day you return, and finally, having to field the dozens of well-meaning colleagues‘ polite inquiries into said two-weeks away…it’s enough to drive a woman to drink (an additional glass of wine, that is).
What’s today’s equivalent to the 1980’s bath soap commercial’s famous line, “Calgon, take me away” or “Serenity now!” from the Seinfeld series of the 90’s? Did we have one for the 00’s? Let me know if you can think of one. Off to bed in order to face Day 3 A.V. (after vacation). Night.
Ssy
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