It is tough going to work. And ain't it a shame how this work stuff gets in the way of life! Can't they just send me the check each week? Oh, yeah, the pay check. Well, I guess that is a reason to go to work. OK, if I must. And, yeah, I guess I must.
Being in such an odd profession, time off to "recharge the batteries" is important. I know, you wish you could have it too, right? Well, coming form retreat tome back into work time, right into a board meeting was a big mistake. I sort-of "grumped out." Not good. It wasn't terrible, but I should have taken some more transition time. (Or, I should have just run away while I had the chance).
Now I'm feeling a bit restless. Just a shade unsettled. It's my day off, and I'm in my office. There were some personal things I needed to get done here. But I ended up doing a wealth of other work-related things too. I ain't too bright, I know.
But maybe it's some other condition of restlessness or frustration or something . . . . .
I'll try to behave myself.
Well, probably mostly. And definitely safely, if anything.