Sledgehammer to the Face

Wow, I feel like today grabbed my by the ears, spun me around so fast my feet left the ground, and then let me loose so I could fly unhindered into a tree.  I’m fine, meaning I’m not horribly injured physically or anything, but I feel like I’m pulling little twigs and baby birds out of my hair while wondering what in the heck just happened to me.

Today was my second day back to work after an epic two weeks off, and so far both days have thoroughly kicked my behind.  My poor brain, which has been used to a daily nap right around mid-afternoon, keeps politely tugging on my sleeve and inquiring when we’ll get to rest while I struggle to make sense on the phone and keep my hair from catching fire.

Not helping matters is my sudden fondness for insomnia between the dastardly hours of 2 AM and 4 AM.  I was awake during those hours this very morning because my freaking feet were too hot.  I mean, is that not the lamest freaking excuse ever for not being able to sleep?

I kid you not, the alarm clock felt like nothing so much as a sledgehammer right to my face this morning.

This made work an interesting proposition today.  I have been officially relieved of my additional duties as my colleague is now back from her maternity leave, and I was a little worried that this meant I wouldn’t have enough to do.

This is where the universe laughs at my expense.

It turns out that all my responsibilities that I hadn’t quite had time to get to because I was doing another person’s job didn’t disappear.  They were quietly biding their time in the corner and they all jumped me en masse today.  I have to admit, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Wes has also been really busy.  He’s gotten numerous calls from recruiters, all of whom have jobs they assure him he’s perfect for.  He’s had three phone interviews and one actual interview, and he is one hot little tamale as he balances out phone calls, sending out his resume for new jobs, interviews, and skills assessments.

It’s so encouraging to know that his skills and talents make him hireable.  We have no idea which, if any, of these job opportunities will pan out but it puts him back in action and I think he’s enjoying the heck out of it.

If I were way lame I’d totally stick a sports analogy in right there.  Something about benches and getting back in the game.  Because I’m lame in an entirely different way, I’ll just say that it’s good to see him so flustered and busy.  He’s worked really hard to get to this point.

2 thoughts on “Sledgehammer to the Face

  1. I don’t know if I enjoyed the sledgehammer or pulling twigs and baby birds out of your hair analogy more. I’m feeling more like a steamroller has had it’s evil way with me. But that could be more from what’s going on with my body than actual work duties.

    Yay Wes! I hope he gets multiple attractive offers very soon.

  2. -Blanche, Thanks for the analogy compliment! The nonsense was flowing free last night. Welcome to the first trimester, sister! Best make friends with that steamroller, unfortunately. Just remember: It doesn’t last forever.

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