Ah, holidays. Sometimes I feel like you are my reason for existing. And “if you didn’t know this about me before then you sure as hell know it now” (I love that line) and should read my post from back in January titled I want to be on holidays forever.
So often the daily grind of work seems like such a…well… grind… that the only thing you have to look forward to is the weekend or holidays. I had this discussion with my brother and his wife recently, and we were talking about how you almost end up wishing your life away because of how hectic our working lives are. And even though you get a weekend every week, you often spend at least some of it actually working, and if you don’t do any actual work, then you do plenty of worrying about work and what you need to do on Monday. So the weekend is only partial relief from connection to that gulag that you have to visit five days of every week. Admittedly my gulag isn’t located in Siberia, and I’m not at risk of being worked to death in sub zero temperatures while being underfed with what was most likely under-nourishing gruel, but it’s still a gulag in my book.
A gulag? Huh?
For those of you who don’t know what a gulag is, see here:
Tasteless Stalin/gulag jokes aside, this whole situation that I have just described totally sucks the proverbials, which is a lot of the reason why I look forward to holidays. You see, holidays allow me enough time off work that I can actually manage to stop thinking about it all of the time – it’s just a shame that one of the cranky old partners at work insisted that I connect my emails to my phone and my tablet so that I’m always within reach of the urgent demands of every client or staff crisis back in the office. So he’s kind of ruined that for me, but I’ll be glad when he retires at the end of the year and I then never have to pretend that I think his complaints (usually about me not working a 90 hour work week) are actually relevant to the current millenium or the firm that people actually want to work in today. I accept that if I don’t work as hard as him I won’t be worth $10m+, but $1m plus my house and superannuation would probably be enough thank-you-very-much.
Apologies for being in a bit of a negative mood, but perhaps I have the Sunday afternoon blues, which are probably then amplified by it being the final Sunday afternoon of a one week holiday. I’d say that I’m also becoming anxious about the return to work as I even slept poorly last night after I woke up and started thinking about all of the stuff that I have to do once I am back in the office.
Another reason for my sardonic mood is probably that I have just finished reading livingafi.com’s “The Litany of Office Hate” post and struggled to stop laughing about all of the things that make work really $hitty. I could relate to so many of them, but rather than rattle off my own version I suggest that you just check out his post. He’s covered it pretty well I reckon.
C’mon, it’s not so bad…
Even though it’s back to the grindstone for me tomorrow, at least it’s only a four day work week as I then have a four day weekend. It’s AFL grand final day next Saturday, and while my team didn’t make the grand final (or even the finals for that matter, we’ve been rubbish this year), I had planned to have a long weekend in there somewhere when I set my budget back in June. So I’ll be happy to take a long weekend after getting through month end (and all of the $hit that that entails) on Wednesday.
After that I’ll be counting down to the next holiday period – Christmas! That’ll be two reasons to celebrate – three weeks away from the office, and the old cranky partner will be gone!
Have a great week.