May 26, 2015 08:29
My 40th birthday has come and gone. The trip to New Orleans is over. Vacation from work, a faded memory. I've come out on the other side and things seem to be exactly the same.
It was nice to travel somewhere with sunlight. Chicago has been so consistently bleak and gray with constant cloud cover often accompanied with unseasonable cold weather. After a few days down there I actually felt tinges of motivation to do "something" other than sit around like a slug.
But, knowing the doom that awaited with the return to work today that all vanished quickly. By yesterday afternoon my stomach was turning with acid and anxiety again. And this morning, for the first time in ten days, I woke up with the old, familiar sense of intense dread. By 7 AM the pathetic whines of my customers began. It's only a countdown now to receiving some novella from the Boss giving me some mystery laundry list that accumulated during my absensce.
And with that, the flood gates just opened. I wish the plane had crashed on the way home. I cannot believe I have to return to this miserable fucking job. Please just let me die.
birthday,
nola,
work