Swamped Thing

So I took a half-day off work on Friday, and decided the get weekend started ahead of schedule.  While sitting on my couch, drinking a Samuel Jackson and watching basketball, I started to wonder why I didn’t do this more often.  But after arriving at work this morning, I remembered exactly why this is such a rare occurrence in my “professional” life.

If you have specific daily tasks within a company, and no one takes care of them when you’re not around, there is no such thing as a day off.  When this fits your job description, a ”day off” usually goes something like this:

First , your cell phone blows up every ten minutes with questions or problems from a boss or co-worker.  In my opinion, this is the easiest annoyance to handle because every phone has an off button.  It is also easy to come up with some kind of technological excuse on why you never received the calls in question.  The second and most unpleasant consequence of a day off is the morning after – which is true in a variety of situations.  Not only do you go back to being a mindless drone, there are also mounds of paperwork on your desk, or a colorful collage of Post-It notes on your monitor.  The previous day’s work takes at least half the day to get done, and then there’s another eight hours of current work waiting for you.  In other words, a half-day off work is almost always followed by a day and a half of work–a truly crappy conundrum to be in.  I actually have a week long vacation scheduled for next month, but that may be cancelled…not sure I can handle all the stress that would come with it. 

Be sure to check back in tomorrow as The Hater Hall of Shame welcomes it’s second member…