Yup, that might be me.
Today was my first day back at work....after being off for 19 days.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I was ready to go back. I mean.....really? Nineteen whole days home....with both Hubby and Man-Child.....(well, technically, it was only about 13 1/2 days with Man-Child .... but still!).
But I'm thinking the "Powers That Be" should have eased us back in. You know, had us come in around 10:00 am and leave around 3:00 pm; with a two hour lunch in between.
But no. We were thrown back into our old routines (and to the wolves, some of us were); without any preparation.
And this is (probably) what had me awake at 3:30 am. I think I was afraid I'd miss the alarm clock.
Or it was Hubby creeping into bed so very, very late (I don't blame him. He's been extremely stressed and he doesn't sleep well on a good day, never mind when he's stressed).
I tried and tried - in vain, I might add - to go back to sleep...to no avail. Finally around 4:30 am I gave up and got up.
I felt fine - for a while. And then "it" began to hit.
The tiredness; despite the copious amounts of coffee that had been consumed.
Despite the fact that it wasn't even light out yet or that I hadn't even got dressed. From that point on, I knew it would be a long day.
But.... OY VEY! I had no idea what I was in for (although past lengthy vacations should have clued me in - except, apparently, vacations are like childbirth in that you supposedly forget)?
When I finally got to work this morning; by desk was COVERED in paper and random boxes. And by COVERED I mean COVERED. There wasn't an inch of desktop to be seen.
Then I booted up the old computer.....OH MY HELL! My email had EXPLODED! And? Apparently, each and every one was URGENT!!!
Including the virus-loaded one that my Big Boss forwarded to me - the one he couldn't open or respond to.....(has he learned NOTHING from me in the past year that I've been working for him?!); which was immediately followed by one from our friendly IT folks warning us NOT to open any emails from xyz.com.
Happy New Year. I don't care that it's not even 8:00 pm; I'm going to bed.