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Since I've been on vacation, I've been trying not to think about work. It took at least three days before I was able to stop telling myself to stop thinking about work at least three times a day. After that it was mostly good. I say "mostly" because I can't seem to stop checking my work email once a day. I keep coming up with acceptable (to me) excuses for that, though; do I really want to come back to a mess of "using the color printer for the next ten minutes" emails? It's so much easier to log in once a day and delete stuff like that. Besides, if I hadn't read my work email yesterday I wouldn't have known about my salary adjustment (it's a raise, but it's a teeny one). And if I hadn't read my work email last week, I wouldn't have known which temporary space I was going to be in when I get back. (Long story involving the lack of A/C in 210. Short version: the only way to get A/C in there is to tear out the entire ceiling.)
What I've done on my summer vacation, so far:
- Went to the Cape, got a tan, helped bail out the basement
- Re-read four or five books
- Went to the Coolidge Corner farmers market before "after work" time and got decent tomatoes for once
- Tried out the new pizza place in Coolidge Corner (YUM)
- Got all the dead cardboard out of my office
- Replaced the work bag that fell apart
- Went out for breakfast twice
- Went on a whale watch for the first time ever
- Found out what happens when I go to a voice lesson with a headache
- Finished page 11 of my current embroidery pattern and put a serious dent in page 12
- Went out for Chinese food in the middle of the afternoon
- Started the Great Cat Food Swap, in which the HBs are going on completely grain-free crunchies
Generally I'm enjoying not cramming life in around the edges of work, and realizing that cramming life in around the edges of work makes me resent the life. All the stuff that happens on weekends, that has to happen in order to support my going to work for the rest of the week, is no fun at all. When I'm on vacation and doing that sort of thing when convenient, it isn't anywhere near as onerous.
What I've done on my summer vacation, so far:
- Went to the Cape, got a tan, helped bail out the basement
- Re-read four or five books
- Went to the Coolidge Corner farmers market before "after work" time and got decent tomatoes for once
- Tried out the new pizza place in Coolidge Corner (YUM)
- Got all the dead cardboard out of my office
- Replaced the work bag that fell apart
- Went out for breakfast twice
- Went on a whale watch for the first time ever
- Found out what happens when I go to a voice lesson with a headache
- Finished page 11 of my current embroidery pattern and put a serious dent in page 12
- Went out for Chinese food in the middle of the afternoon
- Started the Great Cat Food Swap, in which the HBs are going on completely grain-free crunchies
Generally I'm enjoying not cramming life in around the edges of work, and realizing that cramming life in around the edges of work makes me resent the life. All the stuff that happens on weekends, that has to happen in order to support my going to work for the rest of the week, is no fun at all. When I'm on vacation and doing that sort of thing when convenient, it isn't anywhere near as onerous.