The Wednesday Before Thanksgiving
November 24, 2010 3 Comments
If you’ve ever worked the Wednesday right before Thanksgiving, you’ll understand the completely-checked-out-and-useless syndrome I am suffering through at this very moment.
You start your day optimistic and sunny, thinking about turkeys and pies and days off of work. You sit at your desk, typing furiously for the first hour or so of work, banging out emails with a general sense of cheer and goodwill. You are beaming, and you don’t even know it yet.
You’re feeling good - on top of the world even, and a simple concept such as breakfast sounds like the most brilliant idea you’ve ever had. You spend another half an hour sipping that coffee like it was the most delicious coffee you’ve ever tasted, and taking delicate bites of your sandwich/donut/apple/muffin/falafel/McMuffin, savoring every moment. Then, 9 o’clock rolls around, (or maybe 10 if your work day starts a little later than mine does, or anyone else’s who also works for the Anti- Work-Life Balance Movement, (a.k.a Bloodthirsty Time-Suckers International).
The morning cheer starts to wear off, just as the breakfast sugar-crash starts to make its way across your brain. Your fingers get a little slower on the keyboard, and at this point the smile on your face is just perma-etched on there since you were smiling so hard while eating the Best Breakfast Ever.
You look around and realize that 67.5% of the office is empty, and remember that, Hey! It’s a holiday tomorrow! Nobody’s REALLY going to be doing work today, are they? You start imagining all the things you are going to do with the extra time off, like how much you are going to sleep, or eat, or read, or watch TV, or go to the movies, or a combination of all of the above!
(Or, if you’ve become an old boring anal parent like me, you’ll be thinking about how much more time you’ll have to clean your house and do the laundry and re-organize your cabinets and teach your pre-school children to read the encyclopedia and recite the capitals of all the countries in the world.)
So, you turn on your brain’s cruise control and start browsing the Internet, keeping your browser window down at the bottom of your screen, alternately covering it up with your email Inbox, and then throwing all caution to the wind for a few minutes and just doing your thing, checking out what the celebs wore at the AMA awards. (For SERIOUS, what WAS Ke$ha thinking???)
Or, you start playing with MS Paint and writing on your blog.
TOTALLY not a work-sanctioned activity. But, Hey! It’s a holiday tomorrow! They’re probably FINE with it. RIGHT?!?!
Oh, who cares. Is it time for lunch yet?