Coming back from vacation is never easy. Whether that vacation was a week long trip to Punta Cana or a week long business trip to Phoenix where you just tacked on an extra weekend, it’s no small task to get yourself back into work mode. You feel lethargic, lazy, and frankly, a little bit swollen. Honestly, I feel like there should be an expectation set that you shouldn’t be getting anything done on the day you come back from vacation, but you still get paid because, hey, you made the effort to show up.
Needless to say, this week has been rough. I took a lot of Ls. I’ll own that, and I’ll take that as feedback and use it to fuel the coming weeks. The fact is, this is my last week before I have to ramp up a crazy month-long schedule of projects, so I might have phoned it in a little.
Let’s take a look at how I’ve gotten in my own way this week.
I let my boss read my receipts for what I expensed while I was away.
This was such a bad move, and I don’t even know why I thought it would be okay.
“Hey, Charlie, can I talk to you really quickly? I was looking at your expense report and there were a few things I wanted to point out. I noticed that you went to ‘The Park’ and ordered several beers at 1:00 a.m….I also noticed that you had several orders of cold brew, and a lot of Einstein Bros. and In-N-Out.”
“Ye—yeah I did. I mean, if it’s a problem, I can totally leave that stuff off, it’s not a big deal.”
“Oh, no. It’s not a problem. I just wanted to confirm that you were the one ordering those things so that I could make fun of you in the next manager meeting. You’re like a god damn college kid in an adult’s body.”
I spent 30 minutes looking for Limp Bizkit gifs.
It was for a tweet, and it wasn’t even a good tweet.
It was this tweet:
I don’t know. For some reason, I thought it would be funny to ask Alexa if she could give me something to break. Y’know, because I was listening to Limp Bizkit at work, like everyone does when you need to wake up because you’re drifting off to snoozeville.
I kept checking my phone to see if Lizzie texted me.
I mean, she did. We’ve had solid conversation for a few days. But still, I can’t focus on work, and I blame the fact that I can’t let things go. It’s probably because she told me not to be a stranger and I’m looking too far into it.
Look the fact is, we had a dope night, but that was in Phoenix. Now you’re I’m Chicago. I don’t do distance. This isn’t happening. Get over it. Besides, I’m on track for an interesting weekend.
Keep telling yourself that, Charlie.
I spontaneously booked a trip to San Diego and bought concert tickets.
As someone who is conservative with their money, this was big for me. I don’t know what to say, but sometimes the travel bug bites you (or your best friend moves to San Diego and you coordinate a spontaneous group vacation) and you start looking up flights.
So, if you’re going to be in San Diego in June or plan to go to see The Menzingers at The Metro in Chicago on March 3rd, hit me up. Let’s fucking party.
Big couple of weeks coming up, guys. When I say “big,” I mean that I may not have an option to take any losses. Let’s see how this one goes. .