back in the ill
now that I've got the pesky work out of the way I can relax
I engineered a work/PTO trip back to Illinois this week. Initially I was going to stay with my nephew whilst his family took off for a wedding but then he decided to go along so I needed shift itineraries. The work days consulting were already sold so I was coming no matter what and my Dad’s birthday is Saturday so that is a solid justification for a visit. Now I will fill the remainder with family and friends. I am lucky enough to have a buddy in the old neighborhood who is rattling around a four bedroom house all by himself.
Everything in the place is creepily controlled by Google so I have my own unique access code and shit is constantly turning on and off around me. So convenient is this situation that we joke about it being a boutique hotel. The concept has been amplified at every stay and last night when I “checked in” this is what greeted me.
Other than him having to pay me to drink the bourbon the pricing is fair and I think I’m about to reach platinum so I have that 2.2% going for me.
My brain is mush and I don’t think I’ll ever book a trip the week after my companies big meeting. Saturday to Saturday travel followed by Sunday to pack and a Monday roadtrip back here has left me mentally spent. I was up in front of a room Tuesday and Wednesday (holy crap this is turning into a Tom types the days of the week article. Apologies, I’ll try to make it stop) and all I wanted to do was stop talking. I had no more being “ON” in me. Old and Cranky is the gear I feel myself slipping into.
And just like that its over. I’m having a great day because there is nothing I HAVE to do. Like a dumbshit I decided to get some emails out of the way because the little anxiety indicator notification button went into triple digits. For someone who aims for Inbox zero most of the time this was traumatic. Add to that people seemingly going out of their way to piss me off and I abandoned that task about an hour ago. Now its on to thoughts of dinner followed by drinking with friends. I’m going to consume whatever craptastic foods I can find for the remainder of the week and get back aboard the good boy train when I get home.
And now it might be time for a nap or some other activity that’s not email. I really need to unplug for the next couple days because I wanted to punch my new computer an hour ago. Irrational overthinking indicator. And now back to your own regularly scheduled inbox.