I came back to work today after being on vacation for three days. I missed two days of work.
When I walked back in this morning, my desk was in a state of pre-vacation. I had everything all organized, but there was still that kind of haphazard “I ran out of here and knew I wasn’t coming back for two work days” feeling. It’s a bummer when you come back to a place you couldn’t wait to leave.
And that is the problem with vacation. I am getting better, but I routinely can’t enjoy myself at the end of a trip because I know it’s going to end. Sometimes I have a hard time at the beginning, too. This is kind of like why I dread every Friday: once the weekend starts, it’s on its way to being over.