Vacation Time

Last night I found myself angry. Stupidly and out of turn but still angry.

I have never minded doing the overtime on the weekend. Never. But, suddenly, and quite without warning I found myself incredibly aggravated at the prospect of coming in today. I know that in this economy I should be thankful for not only have a decent job but also for the oppurtunity to make extra money. Most of the time, this is how I think. But last night... not so much.

I left work early last night so that I could go to bed so I could come to work. On a Friday night. I took vacation time so this could happen. Vacation time, while relatively plentiful around here, is limited. And I had to take it so I could get some sleep and get to work on time in the morning. It was while I was driving up to my apartment building that I started to get all pissy about it. Then I walked up to my mailbox, was looking through my mail when my neighbor and her girlfriends came out. All dolled up and beautiful... and quite erroneously I found myself thinking (in a pouting child's voice) "I never get to do that."

Then I stomped up my stairs, turned on my lights and sighed. I'd still have to wait for my meds to kick in before I'd be able to sleep well. So, I drank a beer too.

And that's when I realized... yeah... I'm about as normal as they come when it comes to some things now. I want to live a life, not sit behind a computer screen for eight to sixteen to really occasionally twenty four hours a weekend. I want to enjoy my new found clear mind and the freedom that it provides.

Hmph. Luckily, I'm in a much better mood today.