5 Days = 3 Weeks

Well, at least mentally, for me. Don't get me wrong - the five days that I just had off were fairly priceless. And I so don't care about taking time off right now (not that I have any days left, but in theory) because I am heading to Waterloo on Jan. 8 (!). Yet, somehow, mentally, I morphed the five days that I really got off until a mental expectation of at least 3 weeks off. Alas, today I was back at the office. I didn't really miss 9-5ing over the break, and the stark reality this morning was unpleasant. Actually, that puts it in perspective: I called it nine-to-fiving (I know I use this term a lot, as well as "the day job", or "fucking day job"). Here's the thing with nine-to-fiving - it makes SO MUCH time. Nine-to-five is bullshit. At best it's actually EIGHT until 5, and that's without the commute. I have the best commute on the planet, but that still makes it 7:30-5:30. Maybe I should put some work into finding that personal sponsor? Okay, I will stop whining now..and go to bed so that I can be rested for work tomorrow.