Yes, folks. Tomorrow is the day. The official R.T.W.A.E.M. (Return to Work After Eight Months) Day. After much deliberation and many sleepless nights of "Should I return to work" or "Should I extend my leave?" thoughts tumbling around my brain, I finally concluded that yes, I need to return to work. I also concluded, after absolutely no deliberation, that YES, THIS SUCKS. Um, yeah.
In a way, I'm kinda excited to see my friends at work. So tomorrow should have a small portion of fun included in the mix, don't you think? That honeymoon period of "How are yous?" and "What have you been up tos" should last for at least a couple of hours tomorrow, right? And won't everyone else be be suffering from the
Monday Tuesday blues, especially after being off for the holidays? Somehow I manage to feel better when everyone else around me is, well, miserable.
I think the worst part about going back to work is that I'll have to be ready two hours earlier than normal. Just thinking about waking up that early is making me yearn for a nap. Naps are golden. Like dear George Costanza said, "The only thing that gets me up in the morning. . . is the thought of a nap."
And let's see. What else? Oh yes, my wardrobe. Um, last I heard spit-up on one's shoulder cannot pass for the grunge look, and sour-milk scented sweaters can't either. The three-days-in-a-row-jeans won't quite suffice in the workplace so I'll have to explore the depths of my closet to find something decent for tomorrow. I'll have to think of something quick.
I'm hoping that I can stretch out this honeymoon phase of returning to work by feigning real work for at least a week. Or two. You know, the I'm carrying a manila envelope because I've got some really important documents that I'm working on trick. When y'all know I'm really going to the bathroom to check my hair. Again.
I just wish that I could get tomorrow over with quicklike. You know, like ripping off a bandaid. Just do it quick, and get the misery out of the way. A painless procedure.
Wish me luck, guys. And you know, as the eleventh hour approaches, I'm actually thinking of filling out that Leave of Absence form afterall. Stay tuned to find out what I do.
And meanwhile, Anne, good luck tomorrow!