What it feels like to come home from Vacation Friday Giftures

I’m back, Bitters, and more bitter than ever.  Vacation has a way of centering my bitterness and helping me focus even more on it, since I’m not really busy doing work.  Eventually, despite many of your desperate inner pleas for me to never come back and perpetually keep my bitterness to myself, all things come to an end eventually.  There is a certain feeling you get when it all ends and have to wake up at a certain time and you have to talk to people again and you have to answer the same questions over and over again like, “How was your vacation?” (cause I can sum up 10 days in a word like, “Good.”) or “Did you get me any souvenirs when you were there?” *(that’s an easy answer, “No.”) or “What was the weather like?” and you just can’t summon the energy to not fall asleep at that question.  So now, all I have left of that vacation is to daydream about being bitter in a non working situation and hope that no one notices the drool on my face when I take my afternoon nap. Also there are these feelings.

The bitter feeling you get when you wake up…

How was the breakfast buffet?

…and there is no this.

When you get off the boat…

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…and the prospect of being near co-workers makes you feel like this.

 

When you are on your way back to work the day after you get back…

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…and traffic is…this.

 

Your alarm goes off for the first time in 10 days…

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…and it feels like this.

 

You get back from the tropical 100 degree with humidity weather...

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…and you step off the plane to the 70 degree and cloudy weather.

 

Someone calls the moment you get back from your 10 hour flight…

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…and you’re like…

 

You’re on your way home and someone tries to cut you off…

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…and you’re like…

 

You get home and see your couch for the first time… 

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…and you’re like…

 

You get to work and see how many emails you have to read…

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…and you’re like…

 

You’re hungry so you take a look at the fridge...

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…and you’re like…

 

When someone asks you if you unpack…

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…and you’re like…

 

When you look at the schedule and look at your next vacation…

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…and you’re like…

 

And then someone looks at you like you are supposed to be doing all kinds of stuff at work and you’re like…I have to go through all my emails (most of which are spam, viruses and blog emails) but they don’t know that because they are still busy cleaning up your mess from a week and a half ago.

Have a bitter weekend knowing that you have nothing to look forward to but posts about how bitter I was on vacation for the next two weeks.

ARRRRRGGGGHHHH

Bitter back to the Grind Ben

 

 

 

 

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25 thoughts on “What it feels like to come home from Vacation Friday Giftures

  1. Oh my GAWSH… vacation questions are THE WORST. You have to answer the same questions over and over and over and all you can think of to say is, “Good”… because what else is there to say?! It was a vacation! How do you think it was?! Ugh. I’m sorry you have to come back to civilization and work. People are the worst. Especially work people.

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  2. I particularly love the gif for when someone tries to cut you off lol! I may have done something similar last year when some jerk in Texas tried to run me off the freeway with his big truck and my pregnant cousin was in the car with me… but sadly I only had my .45 with me. I would not ever behave that way normally, but as the saying goes, “When in Rome…”

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  3. It’s very odd that I am finding this blog coming in to my emails. I don’t remember ever having followed you or really anything about your otherwise unremarkable blog and it’s annoying griftures. It occurs to me that I may as well unfollow you but I have this nagging feeling that you might just do something utterly embarrassing and I’d miss it.

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