Time flies when you're having fun, so what happens when you're not? Well, I'll tell ya. Take work this week for example; it dripped by and it repeats and repeats like a broken, like a broken, like a broken record. But home time never comes, the day never ends...well it does eventually but by then you're Salvador Dali's warped clocks hanging from a cactus. If you know what I mean.
In my heart of hearts I knew the short week back from a long weekend would be an adjustment- as it always is and always will be. People coming to work with gleefully sunburned faces and a bounce in their step. Only to have their spirits quashed by the Man. Their weekend smiles evaporating by day 2, replaced with their typical at work scowl. Everyone eagerly anticipating the end of the week like kids waiting for Christmas. Knowing it's coming, but it's too far off to start celebrating just yet.
There is something torturous about wanting to be home and being unable to go. Longing to complete unfinished business that was missed over the long weekend and now being stuck at work. Time crawling by. People loosing interest and skill. The week started out swimmingly, bright faces completing tasks quickly. Until all of a sudden these simple tasks exploded, sending inefficient shrapnel in all directions: Doubling our schedule's complexity. All sense and caution thrown to the wind and out with the baby and the bathwater. How is it that being relaxed, revived and renewed actually slowed us down? At the end of last week when our hours were long and the nights short we were able to pull it together and power through. But today... the slow dripping... of each minute ticking away in the dark. The monitors repeating senseless retakes and multiple angles. The constant touches and retouches; when all we want to do it go home.
Holy holiday Monday, Batman. It seems we need another break. And this is Roddamn redic! How can a vacation make everything seem so much harder? C'mon! How's that fair? Typically, I work at a high-speed-chase pace. Barely finishing a lap before starting a new one. But when everyone else is working at a snail's pace, it feels like I'm climbing marshmallow stairs, it's a tough day. Amazing how quickly the long weekend enthusiasm fades. The sweet fresh freedom turned into the prison grind. The vacation becomes a distant memory. And I know even though today is dragging; there is a bright side:) The best thing about a 3 day weekend is a 4 day work week. And today is Fri-yay!
In my heart of hearts I knew the short week back from a long weekend would be an adjustment- as it always is and always will be. People coming to work with gleefully sunburned faces and a bounce in their step. Only to have their spirits quashed by the Man. Their weekend smiles evaporating by day 2, replaced with their typical at work scowl. Everyone eagerly anticipating the end of the week like kids waiting for Christmas. Knowing it's coming, but it's too far off to start celebrating just yet.
There is something torturous about wanting to be home and being unable to go. Longing to complete unfinished business that was missed over the long weekend and now being stuck at work. Time crawling by. People loosing interest and skill. The week started out swimmingly, bright faces completing tasks quickly. Until all of a sudden these simple tasks exploded, sending inefficient shrapnel in all directions: Doubling our schedule's complexity. All sense and caution thrown to the wind and out with the baby and the bathwater. How is it that being relaxed, revived and renewed actually slowed us down? At the end of last week when our hours were long and the nights short we were able to pull it together and power through. But today... the slow dripping... of each minute ticking away in the dark. The monitors repeating senseless retakes and multiple angles. The constant touches and retouches; when all we want to do it go home.
Holy holiday Monday, Batman. It seems we need another break. And this is Roddamn redic! How can a vacation make everything seem so much harder? C'mon! How's that fair? Typically, I work at a high-speed-chase pace. Barely finishing a lap before starting a new one. But when everyone else is working at a snail's pace, it feels like I'm climbing marshmallow stairs, it's a tough day. Amazing how quickly the long weekend enthusiasm fades. The sweet fresh freedom turned into the prison grind. The vacation becomes a distant memory. And I know even though today is dragging; there is a bright side:) The best thing about a 3 day weekend is a 4 day work week. And today is Fri-yay!
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