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I don't celebrate Easter per se, and given conditions at work I was actually resenting the idea of mandated time-off - "too much to do at the moment! two days further away might kill me!" - then I realised how ridiculous that was.
I've just been in a conversation with a friend who feels the same as me, however, and it's a basic feeling about Bank Holiday weekends - a feeling of extreme Demob-happiness, more or less. Take someone with a lot of impetus/stress behind them, force them to take days off, what's going to happen? Boredom and resentment, that's what.
However, I've spent today wandering around and basically not doing much - put a couple of things up on Ebay, which is a new addiction, but we shall speak of that no more, and I'm now the proud owner of a Black Peppermint plant, to replace the Rosemary I have at work (Rosemary, while aromatic, isn't the greatest aroma to have in a working environment...), and, and, and, Hustle is on in an hour...
I'm learning to love the quiet boredom, I really am... Then again, Tomorrow promises to be interesting. |
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