Burnout?
I only wrote three or four serious entries during September because I don't really have the energy to come up with anything interesting when I get home from work. Maybe I'm just getting naturally tired, or my body is telling me it doesn't like the hours I'm keeping. (There's really no point in me showing up to work early in the morning unless I have to attend a meeting. I could get there at 8:00am or at noon and I'd still wrap up around the same time every day. So I stay up later and wake up later and do a fair amount of work at home.)
Or I could just be burned out. In my job, we don't really get holidays off. We're basically like a newspaper - we can't skip a weekday just because it's a holiday and everyone else has the day off. The only time I'm truly not working is when I take a vacation. Unfortunately, I lost all my vacation tenure during my "summer vacation" a couple years ago, so I have a piddly amount of vacation to work with this year. The only "vacation" I've taken since last Thanksgiving was for my birthday. This has proven to be a horrible idea. I still like my job, but I don't like doing it for basically eleven months in a row.
I'm really trying to hang on until our trip to Washington at the end of this month. We're going up there to visit my sister and brother-in-law. Cristina's never been there, and except for a short trip for my sister's college graduation and going up there to get her stuff a couple times at the end of semesters, I haven't been there in over a decade. (For me, the upshot is that it will be the first time I get to tour the city as an adult. All the other trips were to visit my grandmother before she moved to St. Augustine.) That's like the finish line off in the distance as I huff and puff my way past the Mile 25 mark. If I make it, I get four days without having to think about work at all. I can do this.
Or I could just be burned out. In my job, we don't really get holidays off. We're basically like a newspaper - we can't skip a weekday just because it's a holiday and everyone else has the day off. The only time I'm truly not working is when I take a vacation. Unfortunately, I lost all my vacation tenure during my "summer vacation" a couple years ago, so I have a piddly amount of vacation to work with this year. The only "vacation" I've taken since last Thanksgiving was for my birthday. This has proven to be a horrible idea. I still like my job, but I don't like doing it for basically eleven months in a row.
I'm really trying to hang on until our trip to Washington at the end of this month. We're going up there to visit my sister and brother-in-law. Cristina's never been there, and except for a short trip for my sister's college graduation and going up there to get her stuff a couple times at the end of semesters, I haven't been there in over a decade. (For me, the upshot is that it will be the first time I get to tour the city as an adult. All the other trips were to visit my grandmother before she moved to St. Augustine.) That's like the finish line off in the distance as I huff and puff my way past the Mile 25 mark. If I make it, I get four days without having to think about work at all. I can do this.