Coming back to work was absolutely gut-wrenching. I had clammy hands and stomach cramps on the drive in. I imagined that my Outlook Inbox would be overflowing and tons of fires to put out. Also, I was secretly afraid that my uniform might not fit after two weeks of drinking and having fun.
While the inbox was pretty full, my department succeeded in running itself fairly well without me. That should have made me feel better but I managed to feel sorry for myself because I now had proof that I was superfluous. I can take any smile and turn it into a frown. It's a gift. But hey! The uniform fit!
I promised myself to work very hard on my job applications and taking care of a few things that have fallen to the wayside like Vet visits for my mentally-challenged cats, a check-up for my faithful car Paulo and some home repairs that the city says I need to do. Also, my house could use a good cleaning/dusting after having been away for two weeks.
Now it's Thursday and the only thing I've managed to do is make an appointment for my car and sit on my ass. I'm chalking it up to post-vacation-let-down. Muffin is going to her Dad's this weekend and I'm afraid I'm going to sit on my ass some more. Maybe I'll get motivated next week. Or maybe pigs will fly out of my butt.
In the meantime, here are a few pictures taken by my traveling companion Deb. I'm still sorting through all of mine (over 400!) and trying to figure out what each piece of ancient something-or-other is so I can label them correctly. I promise Deb! I'll wrap it up this weekend!!
Pre-luggage delivery look with St. Peter's in the background:
Post-luggage delivery with the Coliseum in the background.