I don’t know why I do this to myself; I’m always in a spinning frenzy before my vacation.
Back when I was young and naïve I believed that the crazed panic that ensues before each vacation at work meant I was indispensable – now I know it just means I work with a lazy (or overworked) group who’d rather not take on the extra work. Can’t say I blame them.
My father has somehow managed to become the underlying focus of my trip without even trying. I don’t plan on seeing him and I wish everyone would respect that. I don’t want to make a big deal of it.
It’s simple really, it’s my vacation and I only want to see people (and things) that bring me joy. Why can’t they understand that?
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