My Christmas vacation ended yesterday, which means I am currently sitting at my desk, likely entering dozens of jobs unassigned while I was off, and wondering why I ever took this job.
I was mostly scarce from work on vacation, only responding to the occasional texts from my coworkers or wishing Merry Christmas to them.
At one point, Salma Hayek sent me a text which said, “I MISS YOU SO MUCH! No one but you should ever be on that desk.” I assume they let Diego take over while I was gone.
Other than that, I’m going to try to be more patient at work, and give some of the cops a little more slack. I hate being angry there all day, every day, so I’m going to try to be better.
P.S. – I wrote this post last night, and one of my predictions was way off. There were only three unassigned jobs left for me – “It’s a Christmas miracle!” – but the only people here today are me and The Red Menace. I’m working the desk, and she has to handle all the live jobs. We’re supposed to get a few inches of snow today, so maybe the animals will stay inside.
Ladies, and gentlemen, boys and girls, I have officially commenced my Christmas vacation, so go find some other place to hand out for the next fifteen days!
Okay, I’ll obviously still be posting, but I will be doing so without being surrounded by callers, criminals, and my coworkers. I can see it now…
Look at them there, sullyling my chair,
There are jobs to enter, aren’t you aware?
That report needs a number, from someone less dumber,
Say hasta luego to idiot Diego.
Bullets are flying, and people are dying,
Ask how many dead, the mayor starts lying.
We work on our jobs with little fanfare,
Cause people in power really don’t care.
Eh, I’m no Dr. Seuss, but I played one in high school and college.
This is my last day of Christmas vacation. Tomorrow I go back to that awful, stress-filled, mouse-infested building for five day work tours.
The fifteen days off – nine work days plus my regular days off – has been fantastic. I hadn’t been paying attention to the days or the dates, and the only stress was wondering what was for dinner. Now I get to go back, only to be greeted with a bunch of newly promoted detectives – who are likely dopes – and spend my first few days fixing all the messes Diego the Idiot Detective caused.
So, have pity on me this day, because my next vacation will be along in late August.
Six more years; I can handle six more years. Probably.
Yesterday was my last day in work until 2020, and good grief it took forever to get here. Every year I place all my seniority toward Christmas vacation, because Kevin and Princess P are still young enough to be excited about the holiday. With my time on the job, I will never have to work Christmas again.
Kyle arrived from Dallas Thursday night, and with the exception of Christmas Eve/Day festivities, it should be a quiet two weeks. Although we do have tickets to the Devils/Maple Leafs game this coming Friday, and Julia has saved her money for souvenirs.
So I will be home from now until January 6th, and my plans are to go to the gym, come home, play video games, and sleep. Repeat as necessary.
P.S. – I may even drink a beer or two. Yeah, I’m a rebel.