Despite our best planning, brilliant juggling, inspired delegation skills, and a commitment to finish projects, shit happens. Life delivers unexpected challenges, not enough hours in the day, and a boss who feigns understanding but only cares about results. Hectic is an understatement. Coworkers pack your inbox with emergencies, thoughtlessly making them your problem (because you are the expert at finding solutions). When you think it can’t get any worse, a truckload of lemons arrives on your doorstep. This overworked, fresh-out-of-ideas introvert is not amused.
TGIF. I need a lovely meal, preferably one I don’t have to cook, but I dread looking at the same tired takeout menus and waiting for an hour or more for the privilege of microwaving cold food. The best covid inspired delivery service is from my local liquor store. I am glad they have seen the folly of half inebriated people making the perilous journey for necessary supplies. Besides, my anxiety over the bumper crop of lemons diminishes in direct proportion to my alcohol consumption. Hey? Where is my friend with the alcohol? There is nothing better than a quiet drink savored after surviving a hellish week before succumbing to absolute exhaustion.
I am excited for the impending weekend, the promised opportunity of sleeping late, avoiding work-related obligations for two entire days, and the room I need to relax and recover. When I can breathe, I plan to organize and schedule next week. My goal is to get back on track. Is anyone need a few lemons?
How do you recuperate after a busy week?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer