I don't like to write about my work on here*, I took a vacation day yesterday to try and relax and it seemed to have the opposite effect on me. One of the people I work with even texted me with a work related question while I was off. Like, seriously, you can't wait one fucking day? Why do you think I'm not at work right now? Do you think I'm just off, pining to hear from you and just daydreaming about being at work? Well, I kind of was, but it wasn't the good kind of daydreaming.
Knowing I had today off, I logged into the network on Saturday and did about 4 hours of work. Regardless of the time off, I knew I was going to be doing it. It's the kind of work that you need uninterrupted time for, which I was just not getting at work at all. So, I successfully ruined my Saturday.
On the bright side, I babysat my niece and nephew that night, which meant my nephew kept getting out of bed until I stopped trying to put him back in it and he fell asleep against me while watching Thomas. I don't mind it when he does that. I love my niece and nephew, but sometimes it's difficult not to resent them a little. The amount of energy I put into being a great aunt might be better spent talking to other people and maybe trying to start my own family**.
On Sunday night, I went to bed with fantastic visions of sleeping in the next morning while everyone else went to work like a sucker. Instead, I woke up at three am to a horrendous nightmare of me working in a grocery store during the zombie apocalypse. I was in the upstairs office and they just kept coming. I woke up incredibly stressed out, but also disappointed in my brain, because I'm getting pretty sick of the zombie craze, with sleep being the only place I could normally find to get away from it.
Now, I don't want to go back, because there's going to be a tonne waiting for me. Also, I'm in a course this morning***, so this morning's garbage will have to be added on top of all that.
Hi-ho, off I go.
*for several reasons, including "don't bite the hand that feeds you", complaining gets you nowhere, and "oh, you're that kidAmy?" That last one is kind of funny, because I'm pretty sure I'm not that difficult to track down.
**which is, of course, the best thing you can say to a man during your first coffee date.
***my workplace is really great that way. :)