Chillax.
I’m back. Back from Houston, back from vacation, back to blogging, back to work, back to tired.
Seriously, I have never really “taken vacation” from a job.
And now that I have taken some time off and had to go back to work, I am realizing why my Dad never takes a day off.
Because it is death to the soul to return back to work.
I went back to work on Sunday and thought: I never want to come back again.
It was a much easier transition to go from working to vacationing than to go back to work from vacation. I am still trying to catch up. Did you ever imagine that you would miss things in retail? Well I am telling you now, in retail management crap happens. I feel like I have been gone a month. Not seven measly days.
I won’t sit here and toot my own horn and say I am a great worker and great manager. This is debatable and the answer may vary depending on who you ask and what day of the week you ask them. But I work hard. I am a workaholic. I will work seven days a week if you need me to, and if I was salaried you would probably see me on the job at least 50 hours a week.
That being said, I hate this coming back to work, not knowing what is going on or what has happened since you left and came back. Normally, if you need to know something I have the answer, or I will find it ASAP. But its hard to come back to work, catch up on what you missed, and answer all your boss’ questions on your second day back from the va-cay.
Needless to say, I had pretty rough day. Sunday was pretty rough too. Coming back, trying to get myself caught up on the previous week, the coming week, and also make sure everything got done on Sunday that needed to. It was woo… tiring. And didn’t go as smoothly as it could have, but I made it through. And today, I worked with my boss and it was not as stressful a day. But I think she depends on me for answers sometimes, and when I don’t have them it frustrates me. Even though I know I normally have the answers, but I am still trying to recoup and regroup from my days off; I feel like I am not doing what I need to be doing when I can’t answer her, or have to say: I don’t know, but I can find out right now.
I am starting to rethink this vacation thing. Seriously. Or on my next vacay I will call up every day for the latest info, so I have less catch up to do when I come back. But really that would make the vacation pointless. And everybody deserves a rest sometimes don’t they? I guess its just about being prepared to return to work, ready to get back to business. Maybe I just wasn’t prepared for that. I didn’t want my vacation to end, I needed just a little bit longer rest. Maybe ten days, not seven. I wasn’t ready to just jump right back in.
So tomorrow (Tuesday) I am off, and I plan to regroup, so that I can go back to work Wednesday ready to bust it the way I normally do. I know this was a pretty boring post. Especially in comparison to my last post. But I am just in a weird mood; tired, bummed, stressed, feeling like there are so many things to do but not the time to do them, or the drive to do them.
Happier, more upbeat post tomorrow. Promise.
