Going to work yesterday after the four day weekend was brutally difficult. For some reason though, going to work this morning seems 100 times worse.
I need a vacation.
I need a long vacation.
I need a 60 year long vacation (at least).
Where is that Powerball winner I’ve been promising myself?
Today was one of those days that started off busy and got busier as the day wore on. I’m still feeling sick, but I’m a little better. I was pretty run down by the time 5:30 rolled around. It’s good to be home. The only way it could be better is having the love of my life home with me, but that can be said about every situation I’ll ever find myself in for the rest of my life. It’s always better when she’s around.
Not sure what I want to do with my time tonight. I’m thinking of just sacking out until bed time. I’m feeling pretty beat. At least I can sort of breath through my nose now. That’s all sorts of win.
Am I still sick?
Oh yeah, you betcha.
I feel about the same as yesterday. Cough, sneeze, stuffy, runny, the whole kit. I am going to work today though, but I’ll work from home. We are always short handed on Friday afternoons so I was going to be punched in this afternoon even if I was in the hospital. I figure I can suck it up for the full day and then go back to bed when I punch out at 5:30.
I slept a little during the day yesterday, and then went to bed about 8:30. I was planning on just putting the Bruins game on the radio and vegging until sleep claimed me, but they were playing so poorly that I switched to music. I was still awake when the kids went to bed at 9:30, but not much after that. I woke up a few times during the night, but only for a minute here and there.
I expect this weekend to be a washout. I hear it’s supposed to rain the whole time anyway. I suppose getting sick during bad weather is preferable to getting sick in good weather. Probably not, but let me have this delusion at least.
Speaking of the Bruins. They played a generally sucky team last night and lost. They also lost Zdeno Chara for 4-6 weeks with (I believe) a knee injury. I was worried that the lofty expectations were going to bite us on the ass, as they did with the Red Sox, and here we are… a 4-5 record and our best defenseman out for a month or more. It’s going to be a long year.
Hopefully I won’t be sick for the whole thing.
Last night after work I got a text asking if I could cover for a site that was dealing with a big system failure. Sure, I said. They were hoping to have users back on the system at 8:30. Works for me. By 10:30 my phone hadn’t rung so I was feeling optimistic. I should have known better. The phone rang at 1:30 this morning. By 2:30 I was told I could go back to bed. That was good then, but not now. Some of my co-workers heroically worked through the night, but difficulties persist. That leads to Robbie and his group having an interesting Friday.
Oh weekend, you are so close yet so far away. So much stands between us.
For years now I’ve been telling myself, “if you make your lunch for the next day at night before bed then you won’t have to worry about it in the morning, and if you’re running late it will be okay because you can still brown bag it.”
Last night I made today’s lunch before I went to bed. I was so proud of myself. Good job, Robbie!
When I left for work this morning I forgot it. My nice little lunch bag is still sitting in the fridge at home. I didn’t remember it until I was walking into the door at work.
Stupid lunch. Stupid Robbie.
Well, this is distressing…
I was just paged over the intercom at work. 10 years I’ve been here and that’s never happened.
People know who I am now. That’s… disturbing.
Here are a couple of random thoughts for a pre-work Monday morning.
The drive from Methuen to Canton today took less than an hour. We are firmly in the summer traffic lull. Two weeks from now cities and towns will be starting up their school years and the 55 minute drive I made today will take 90+ minutes. I know how bad it gets, but seeing how good it can be (not that 55 minutes is really that good) just makes September through June that much worse.
I indirectly gave my step kids the weirdest compliment they are ever likely to get. I was in my room getting dressed and that cat jumped onto the bed where I was sitting and got all affectionate. I tend to baby talk to the cat when I am petting her. I was saying goofy things about how the kitty loved her mummy and her big sister and her big brother. Then I said that kitty’s sister and brother love her too because they have good taste in kitties.
I told the cat that the kids have good taste in kitties. What the hell is wrong with my brain? How did that sentence even form in my head? Good taste in kitties? Please!
I played a lot of guitar this weekend. On Friday I finished (except for vocals) one song and started another. On Saturday I finished two songs (except for vocals) and started another. On Sunday I started four songs. That’s nine songs worth of guitars recorded. I was not physically prepared for so much playing and today my finger tips are literally on fire. Oh the pain!
For the first 36 years of my life I was the undisputed king of pessimism. The glass wasn’t half empty, the glass was bone dry.
Then I met Jen. Slowly but surely my attitude toward everything changed. It was all her fault of course. Who knew that being nuts in love could affect your outlook on life and give you a sunnier disposition?
I’m going to have a super stressful day at work today. It’s going to be uber painful. Then this morning we had car trouble. Uh oh!
But this isn’t the old Rob, this is the new improved Rob. The issue with the car is being resolved lightning quick, Jen is coming to the rescue, but it does mean the kids and I have a few extra minutes at home this morning. Just enough time for me to shave off the two weeks of beard that had spawned on my face.
See? That’s me looking on the bright side. I’ve taken a negative and turned it into a positive! I’m not even remotely upset about the car situation. Instead I’m happy about getting to see Jen for an extra few seconds today, and not having an insanely itchy face anymore.
Rob is feeling positive. Who knew?
I had to go to our building in Canton this morning for a meeting. It was FREEZING in there. When I got back to Westwood it was too hot. There was also a card on my desk congratulating me on my 10th anniversary. It was signed by the top people.
I appreciate it, even if my 10th anniversary does for some reason fill me with a sense of impending doom.
Why is that?
Today was my first day at work as a 10 year employee. No one noticed. Thankfully.
When I was in Junior High I started a part time, under the table job. I stayed in that job until I was in my mid-twenties. 13 years, if memory serves. That was the longest I ever stuck with anything. Through most of my younger adult life I had a short shelf life. A few years doing something and I lost the ability to continue. I had to go do something else. Staying in a job for 10 years now seems like a monumental achievement. I’m still waiting to hit the proverbial wall though.
Getting married changed the thought process a little. I can gladly, gleefully, commit the rest of my life to my wife, but that is easy. I love her so much that being with her comes naturally. It would be wrong to not be with her, which is the opposite of how I am going to feel professionally when the wall comes. I don’t know how to explain it.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, work makes me feel old.
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