If you’re one of my regular iChat buddies, you’ve probably noticed that I’m not around. About 11:30AM this morning, I called my boss and told him I was taking the rest of the day off.
The fact is, I haven’t had a single day in the past couple of months where work hasn’t occupied at least part of the day. Every Saturday, every Sunday, the one or two vacation days between here and there: Every single fucking day I’ve had something to do that couldn’t wait until later to get done.
I love my job. I feel like I was born to do it. I can’t think of anything I’d rather get paid to do more that isn’t illegal in most Western countries. But enough is enough.
The sad fact is, I’m not getting out and enjoying myself. I’m taking care of the shit that’s been piling up while I’ve been working endless hours: Taking the trash to the dump. Paying overdue excise tax on the van. Renewing the van’s registration. Returning an old license plate to the Registry for a vehicle I haven’t owned in a year and a half. Picking up a prescription for Bob. Shit like that.
It’s a beautiful day out: Sunny and in the low 80s. Wish I could enjoy it.