I knew it this morning, when I awoke, that I should allow myself one extra day of vacation to get back to action properly, but I didn't. I plopped out of bed onto the floor and made my way in excruciating fashion to the shower, out the door, down the highway, into the office, up the stairs and in front of my screen--where I remain, still. I feel awful. Not just due to the 200+ emails starring at me from my inbox, but I am ache and have an incessant headache. I am pretty sure I contracted whatever was making the infant scream two rows behind me on the plane yesterday.
Jet lag isn't a myth and doesn't require you to travel around the globe to feel it either. My whole body thinks it's the late afternoon right now and that I should be winding down after a leisurely walk with the family dog to a mint julep and BBQ pork. Lucky for me though, California has decided to warm up just in time to make me feel like I never left the horrid heat I just freaking came from. If there was anything I actually was looking forward to it was sub 90* temperatures --no such luck there.
I don't know what possessed me to actually get out of bed in the first place. My hubby was there, my two cats, and pup all snuggling so peacefully next to each other and yet I removed myself from our happy situation. A couple of years ago I would have NEVER been so responsible. Ha, responsible, is that why I'm blogging about it now?
I swear if I didn't know better I would say I was "sleep working" my way through the day. I think there should be one extra day gratis added in per vacation to increase productivity amongst employees. Think about the results of implementing a standard like that! I sure would come to work with a whole hell of a lot more vigor than I do today if I had been given a free day to rest up before coming back to work. Wouldn't you?
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