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One more shift, and then I'm taking a week off. BURNT OUT. Too much has been going on for too long, need a break from my daily grind. There are all these things I need to do out in the world that I never find time for. Like buying shoes. I really need a bunch of new shoes. Sandals, work shoes, more work shoes. Everything is shabby and stretched and unflattering and bleah. So I'm taking a week off to shoe shop!
And do other things too. I need new clothes. I need to place my order for some new glasses. I need some time to be non-stressed and just do some stuff. Mom is having cataract surgery on Tuesday, so she'll be a basket case until that's over. Which means she'll make ME a basket case. I figure my relaxation will start on Wednesday.
I get about five weeks of vacation time. After next week I'll have already used two weeks; I admit it gives me pause to be only a third of the way through the year and have only three weeks left. Theresa asked me why I'd want this next week off, why not wait until better weather. She's my boss, and even though we're good friends I just couldn't give her the real reason: walking in the door every morning is slowly killing me, and I need a week to not be dying. I told her partial truth: I am really sore, my back, my arm, and I need to get away from all computers for a bit. I am planning to be away from computers all next week, except maybe perhaps in the late evening, while I watch baseball.
One more shift, tomorrow. Then maybe I can breathe.
And do other things too. I need new clothes. I need to place my order for some new glasses. I need some time to be non-stressed and just do some stuff. Mom is having cataract surgery on Tuesday, so she'll be a basket case until that's over. Which means she'll make ME a basket case. I figure my relaxation will start on Wednesday.
I get about five weeks of vacation time. After next week I'll have already used two weeks; I admit it gives me pause to be only a third of the way through the year and have only three weeks left. Theresa asked me why I'd want this next week off, why not wait until better weather. She's my boss, and even though we're good friends I just couldn't give her the real reason: walking in the door every morning is slowly killing me, and I need a week to not be dying. I told her partial truth: I am really sore, my back, my arm, and I need to get away from all computers for a bit. I am planning to be away from computers all next week, except maybe perhaps in the late evening, while I watch baseball.
One more shift, tomorrow. Then maybe I can breathe.
