Well, darling invisible friend. Well, well, well. Here we are again. And here I am, back at work.
That sound you hear is my sobbing.
I found myself staring plaintively at the clock at 0900, thinking, "Only eleven hours to go." I checked the calendar to see if my next day off is still four days away. My coworker Tonya and I have already analyzed the summer holiday schedule and tried to work out if any extra time would be available.
One might have thought that I would have returned to work refreshed, rejuvenated and ready to face work with a new and improved attitude. One would be wrong to think it, but there it is.
I'm wearing black today. And listening to Gregorian chants.