The Old Grind
Well, here I am. Back at work after two nice, long weeks off.
I hadn't originally intended to take two weeks off, just a few days before and after my trip (which was really little more than a long weekend). But then I realized that doing that would require me to switch onto midnight shift for a couple of days, switch off of it again for my vacation, then switch back on for another half-week. Which really didn't appeal, so ultimately I just said, "Screw it, I've got lots of vacation time coming, I'll take the whole two weeks off."
Of course, I had great plans for the portion of that time off I didn't spend travelling. Well, OK, not great plans, exactly. More like a vague, "Hey, it'll be great! I can get lots of cool stuff done!" kind of plan. Which, uh, mostly didn't happen, in part due to a sudden attack of lazy-itis, I think. Sadly, my biggest "accomplishment" was watching through about half of Angel season 4. (Which, by the way, I'm quite liking. Good solid story-arc, a nice interplay between the big-picture plot stuff and the individual characters' smaller personal problems, and lots and lots of interesting twists and turns. And, unlike the third season (which did manage all that stuff eventually, but nearly lost me long before it did), season 4 starts out strong right from the beginning. I'm just seriously hoping that when they do get around to putting the plot elements into place that will explain everything, it's not going to end up being disappointingly anticlimactic. And, no, do not tell me whether it is or not! Thanks.)
Um, yeah, where was I? Oh, work. Right. Yep, I'm back at work. Back to random mechanical failures. Back to 1400 pieces of spam in my inbox. Yippee.
Honestly, it's not that I don't like my job. My job's OK. It's just that I don't like working.