My mobile offended my ear drums this morning. I was rudely woken by it vibrating across my bedside table like a dying blow fly drowning out any nicety of the alarm, reminding me that today is the day. The day, I go back to work.
As I hobbled onto the train I noticed the deathly silence that was only interrupted by the loud yawns, sighs and long head tilted gazes out the window. Mentally we were all waving goodbye to our holidays - grumpy, like naughty kids being sent to their bedrooms or back to school after the year break. Oh, to have 3 months off work like a kid. Heck, I've even considered going back to Uni to live the high life as poor student to cash in on 3 months where you don't even need to know if it's a Thursday or a Monday. But alas, I love standing in the cafe line, not having to wonder if I can afford the coffee or lamenting the fact I did not get up early enough to make a coffee in my thermos to save $4.
Work, here I come tomorrow!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment