I have an unwritten rule to not blog about my workplace, just for fear it’ll somehow come back to haunt me, but let me just say these past few days back at work have been a rude re-awakening. Ugh. It’s to be expected, but still. Not only do I have shelves slowly filling with documents that have accumulated since last month, all of which I have to edit, but it’s performance evaluation time again, and boy, it is not fun writing them. Rating your own work is one thing; having to evaluate others—apparently part of the “managing” in my job title—is quite another beast.
While I’m whining: as much as I love this time of year—well, whenever I use that phrase “this time of year,” I guess I really mean the holidays, Halloween to New Year’s, not the post-holiday doldrums—I can’t wait until it stays light out long enough for me to leave the office in daylight. All this late-afternoon darkness is starting to affect me. I don’t know, going home when it’s dark makes me feel like I’ve been at work forever. And so with that, I am outta here. Yabba-dabba-doo.