I work in a busy office where I am part of an even busier support staff. This means I spend a large portion of every day answering the phone, repeating answers to the same questions to a large team of people and answering an ever growing number of email messages. This time of year I get to my desk about dawn and don’t leave until it is nearly dark. (If I couldn’t see out of my boss’s windows I would rarely see the sun at all.)
With the constant interaction with those around me at work I’m pretty done dealing with anyone by the time I get home. Sometimes I feel bad that the Big Guy (the boyfriend) and the cat get none of my energy. I just want to sit and stare at the wall after the 2 hour commute. Dinner for me often doesn’t even happen – I just can’t be bothered.
Enter: The Week Alone. The Big Guy works a job that has mandatory state regulated training after he works so many hours. This training is at a facility several hours away and provides a full dorm/ meal plan while he’s there. What does this mean for me? AWESOMENESS!!!!!
I had totally forgotten how wonderful it can be when I can be quiet and totally turn off to everything I don’t want to deal with. Last night after the longer than normal commute home (thank you crazy-thick fog!) I was able to heat up some leftovers, pour myself a tall vodka and Fresca (don’t judge) and watch several episodes of Weeds via Netflix streaming. I feel totally refreshed today. A mini-vacation right there in my living room!
Who knew that total control of the remote and some booze could make me so happy? It *almost* makes me feel guilty when I was receiving text messages from the Big Guy about how much he misses me. But, only almost.
Tonight I’m going for a repeat performance.