twenty-something

It's a balmy 48 degrees here in sunny BTV. And I have a bad case of the Mondays.

I love my job, don't get me wrong, but I am so oddly disconnected and burnt out that I don't know how to "fix" it. I came in today, a day I had taken as a "day off," to find that I had been scheduled in a meeting at a time that I had blocked off twice on my "Corporate Time" calendar. And then there were just a lot of little, Office Space-ey things that got to me -- from paperwork to staples -- and I just said, "Enough."

My calls are on forward and, fuck, I really wish I had a door to close.

I have decided to take charge and take a mini-vacation. This Saturday, I fly out to Minneapolis (any cute readers out there?) for a five-day conference, and I have decided that I'm not coming back to work when I get back. It started out as never coming back ever, but I've since softened my stance to until the next Tuesday. So I am taking a much-needed long weekend and staying the hell away from work. Hopefully I'll come back "cured."

For now, at least, I feel a little bit better.