Wednesday, May 30, 2012
I have been "off work" both yesterday and today, took them as "vacation days". Used them for an extended weekend out of town. Drove back in town last night. After actually getting back in town, made it home about two hours later (clearly I did not go straight home).
Before I left, the house was a bit of a mess, as I packed in a hurry. Didn't want to plop down in a mess, so I tried to pick up/organize a little bit before heading to bed, needed to check in with folks to let them know I made it back safely.
Then somebody (that would be me) got online and wanted to get caught up with e-mails and what not and IM-ed a friend until the wee hours and went to bed really late/early depending on how you look at it.
Got a text early this morning from a gal at work that they're moving my office today (the day I actually planned to get some rest) and I need to be all packed by 5pm today. (This move has been imminently pending for a little over a month and it's finally happening.) At that point, I hadn't gotten four hours of sleep yet. Did I mention this was the day I actually planned to get some rest? So, I made it into the office, just wanted to pack and go, but that didn't quite happen. At least there were no major catastrophes - I'll take the good news where I can when it comes to work, nowadays. After a couple of hours at work on my vacation day, I cut out of there.
I did manage to get a little bit of rest today, but it was no vacation. I'm looking forward to my next off day (Sunday - I'll be certain to be working on Saturday). No rest for the weary sometimes. Heavy sigh. I recognize I complain about work a bit, but I'm thankful for that privilege.