Oh man. Who likes coming back to work after a 4-day weekend? No one, that’s who.
I got a little greedy last week and took two days off (heaven forbid!). Throw the natural God-given weekend in there and I feel like I’ve been on a real vacation. Except instead of sunshine and new experiences, I have a decorated tree and an empty box of wine.
I like to keep it classy.
Sometimes when I’ve been away from a job too long, I feel like I’ll forget how to do it. What if I go in today and when I answer the phone I just scream nonsensical words instead of a warm greeting? Or when I have to take minutes, I just type “flamingo” over and over again? I’m not even entirely sure I remember how to make a meeting request on Outlook.
I always harbor this fantasy after long weekends and holidays that the whole world will come to the conclusion that working is silly and we should all just stop. Wouldn’t that be lovely? You go to work today and your boss swings by to visit and tells you all about how their weekend away was wonderful and reminded them of the important things in life. And that they’ve been thinking a lot about this and they’re willing to turn the workplace into a hippie commune, where people can hone their personal hobbies and crafts and receive a paycheck all the same.
It hasn’t happened yet; I’m not sure why. Maybe my bosses don’t have vacations as awesome as mine. Or maybe they just don’t like hippies. Which obviously makes them racists.
At any rate, I’d better strap in; it’s going to be a long day of typing ‘flamingo’. ♣