the double-double permanently alters your soul
This four-day weekend was much needed.
Yesterday went well. Thanksgiving dinner was a success. The turkey that Mary carefully basted throughout its cooking time turned out excellent. We had way more food than the stomachs could hold, but everyone enjoyed the meal.
On Friday, I was sort of lazy but did some productive things here and there throughout the day. It was wonderful not being at work. Work has been eating me alive lately, but I try my best not to think about it.
I am ever so grateful that this weekend has two more days left for me to unwind and not worry so much about how short it is and how the next work day is around the corner.
At the end of the year, I will be taking some extra days off along with the days off we get for the holiday season. I will be spending the Christmas holiday with Mary’s family in North Carolina. I’m glad that I will be away from Austin for a little bit, because as far as I can recall, I did not leave town at all this year. How pathetic is that. Last year, I visited Corpus Christi. I went to San Antonio to watch the Alkaline Trio play at the White Rabbit. I attended four weddings and a funeral: one wedding was in New York, one was in Oklahoma, and one was in California.
This year was full of how work took over my life. They moved me up the ladder, and I found myself being given so much responsibility that the thought of relieving my mind of any of it for more than a weekend was absurd. So that’s one of the main reasons why I didn’t have any real vacations this year.
They depend on me too much where I work. It’s annoying. I contemplate all the time about what it would take to free me from being chained to that company, and it will be more difficulty than any previous employment I’ve had. I want to move on, but they’ve strategically placed me in a situation where I’m stuck for the time being.
So with that said, I will enjoy the rest of this splendid weekend. I’ll have to virtually stop in at the office a couple more times for a few hours before Monday arrives, but that’s OK with me because it keeps the pile of work from growing out of control. Peace out.