I’m coming off a three day hiatus from work. After not having more than two days off in the last few weeks, I’m honestly sitting here wondering if I remember everything I’m supposed to do. Ehhhh.
That might be a liiiittle bit of an exaggeration, but seriously. Three days of no work, no waking up at 5:30 a.m. and no hospital talk…I feel like I’m out of the zoooone. Good thing I only have four days left, otherwise I’d be kinda worried for my career. It can’t be a good sign when 2 months in you think 3 days is a vacation and forget your name.
I did manage to clean out the study (check!), and get it ready for the new furniture. Pretty damn excited about that. And we went out Friday aaand Saturday night. Call me crazy, but it was a good time. I can proudly say I kept it to only 3 drinks at the bar and was only tired in the morning because of some excessive dancing. I may have been a little out-of-commission, but I still got my moooves. Don’t you worry.
I may have also made 2 trips to Target in 3 days. Just sayin’. I’ve impressed myself by this. And there’s no end to the streak. A purchase was made every time.
And now it’s Monday. Four days left of this job and I’m done. And so starts the countdown…..