It is Monday again. Blah.
I have two full work weeks (counting today) left before we go on vacation. Today is the start of what I expect will be a long two weeks. It’s weird how we just got through the holidays and their frequent days off, and yet after just one full week back at work I am already stressing out and needing to go away again. Does this mean I’m kinda spoiled rotten?
Yes. Yes it does.
Here’s a moody looking cat to lighten the moody:
Happy Monday, everyone. Blah, blah.
I am having a weird week and I feel like I have to write it down in order to make sense of it.
It’s a full work week for me. Five days. I am going to be out for a couple of hours in the middle of the day tomorrow, but other than that we’re on the normal schedule.
Why then did yesterday (Tuesday) feel like Friday? All day long I was focusing on the imminent start of the weekend… when the weekend was still more than three days off. It did not make any sense. Now it’s Wednesday and somehow, unbelievably, it still feels like Friday? I just don’t get it.
Does this mean that tomorrow (Thursday) is going to feel like Friday too? Is every day going to feel like Friday until I actually get a Friday? Is every day going to feel like Friday until the end of time? How is that going to affect the weekend? Is Saturday (if it ever gets here) going to feel like Monday? Or Tuesday? Or Blurnsday?
What caused this epic scramble in my internal calendar? What caused my brain to go so far off the rails? Will I ever recover and get back to normal? The answers are, I don’t know, I don’t know, and probably not. Oh well.
I have about an hour and 40 minutes until my Wednesday (not Friday) work day ends. Once that happens I can start wondering if Thursday is going to feel like Friday too. I’ll let you know how that goes.
It’s 5:30pm on Friday. Quittin’ time.
The weekend is finally here.
After working in the office four days this week, it has felt like the work week was 50 days long instead of five. It’s just been brutal.
But now it’s over. Time to sign out and go hang out with Jen and Harry.
Finally!
Happy weekend, everyone! (where applicable)
The first week back at work after a vacation. It has been a rough one. It’s always rough, but this week has been extra rough.
I was hoping it would end quietly and mercifully but I just got asked to join a 3:00pm meeting and it’s going to stress me out and piss me off and I am not looking forward to it.
10 minutes left before I have to join the conference call.
Crud.
Today is the first time since Bellana finished her Fall semester at school (apart from a few hours of miracle on Christmas Day) that both kids are home. They will both be here until Monday morning and I am as happy as a middle aged red head gets.
We were supposed to have a fancy dinner on Christmas Day but we didn’t due to all of the various circumstances. We are having the dinner that we had planned for Christmas tonight. Jen is in the kitchen right now while I watch the clock inch through the last 36 minutes of the work day.
New Years Day is this weekend.
All of these things together have combined to convince my tiny, teeny, tiny little brain that today is Friday. No. Today is not Friday. Today is Wednesday. Wednesday, not Friday. I still have a full day of work tomorrow that I have to get through before the holiday weekend starts.
My brain is broken. My brain cannot process the fact that today is not Friday. I feel like I’m losing my mind!
60 minutes left in the work day.
About 120 or so (roughly) left in the nana sitting day.
The weekend is calling to me. It is so close I can almost reach out and touch it. I needs me some weekend right now, boys and girls. I need it.
Inside the Red Head's Head 