And just like that, two weeks have gone by. As I lie here in the dark hour before dawn on the last day of my vacation slot, thinking about everything that has transpired in the past two weeks, I realize that it all feels like one big blur. And it is with a feeling of anticipation and trepidation that I mentally prepare myself for my first day back at work in the new year.
In the few weeks leading up to my last day at work for the year, I was on an enormous emotional roller coaster i.e. I was probably the biggest bitch the office had seen in a while. My workload was increasing, and added to that was the task of filling in for someone who hadn’t been around for two weeks — a task I hadn’t realized would be so daunting because nobody knew she would be away for the latter half of that fortnight. It didn’t help that I had to deal with high-strung, melodramatic bosses who spent their days sopping at the feet of their bosses, which in turn yanked even harder at my patience because I had wearied of the work ethics (or lack thereof) around me.
So it was with great relief that I was finally able to take two weeks off, and it couldn’t have come at a better time. I had friends who were back from the U.S. and Australia, whom I hadn’t seen in a long time and who provided great entertainment and distraction, I was allowed to catch up on a lot of lost sleep, and I was able to regroup and remind myself that, whatever troubles I was having at work and in my life, it was never supposed to be about me. I’m not one for resolutions, but this year — especially this year and in this company — I will do what needs to be done (and more, if only to learn as much as I possibly can in this short period), take everything in good stride, and learn to keep my emotions well in check.
Oh, and smile. More. Fake it if I have to. Yes’m I do love my job.