I was awoken on Monday morning by the most obnoxious racket On The Planet. The dreaded ringing of my alarm clock. That is a sound I have not heard in four weeks.
And to just for the record, ‘F*ck That Noise’.
I bumped into my father mid-hallway on the way to grab some much needed coffee. Jokingly, he said, “Hey! Morning Mel!” (All sorts of chipper like.) “Going back to work today? Do you remember how to get there?” (With a plastered grin on his face.)
“Yes.” I said. (With a permanent scowl on my face.) “I most certainly remember how to get there.”
While I was sulking in the shower I remember just how much I hated that drive. I remembered just how much I hated my desk, the emails, the phone calls, the PC computer, the fax machine, the bad lighting and even the scanner. I remembered the incessant requests and unbelievable demands. By the time I got out of the shower I had worked myself up into such a state that it took three whole cigarettes to calm me down.
Alas, I forged ahead and faced The Return To The Office.
Fortunately, my first drive back on the NJTPK wasn’t that bad.
(Miracle?)
When I arrived in the office (experiencing culture shock) I was greeted with kind words, “Welcome Backs” and “How Are You Feeling” from everyone around me. The only answer I could muster up was, “I am starving, angry and tired, but thank you for asking”.
The day moved pretty quickly. It was almost nice. Until I hit that brick wall of exhaustion at 2pm. I went from productive working individual to a glazed-eyed semi-catatonic state. And I was completely useless by 3pm.
I just kept making mistake after mistake after mistake. I am going to make a handy suggestion here. I propose that for the duration of the week, when I begin to hit the crash stage, I probably shouldn’t rate any more accounts since half of the information was input incorrectly. (The ‘hot mess’ I made yesterday, should be a ‘real treat’ to try and fix today.)
Even though my doctor suggested that I only work three days this week, I feel that it is more important to get my body back on a regular schedule and routine. (Not to worry people. I wont push things too hard.) Therefore, I have derived a solution. I would prefer to work all 5 days this week, and leave early at 3pm each day. This way I can get used to functioning at full capacity. I will reassess how I am feeling One Day At A Time. I know my body pretty well. If I feel like I am getting my ass kicked too much I will slow things down and stay home.
Anyway, for the most part, my first day ‘Back To Work’ was semi-decent. Even the ride home from the office was (dare I say) pleasant. There are No People on the NJTPK at 3pm compared to the masses at rush hour.
But, I literally collapsed the minuet I walked through the door of my house. I felt as if I had been run over by a Mac Dump Truck. Every fiber of my being was screaming to get back into bed. And that’s just what I did.
I may be light on posting and commenting this week. Depending on how I feel. Right now, I need to get re-acclimated simply to working and commuting again, which may leave me with little to no energy leftover to construct a sentence, or hold a thought in my head. We’ll see.
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