An after-vacation lull is real, felt by the majority of non-workaholic employees, and completely devastating to the previous vacation high you had been effortlessly riding. The first day that you return to your box is a rather dreadful one, as you can’t seem to grasp the concept of simply being back and once again captured. Before your morning bagel with smear, you are perplexed, wondering where the last week has gone and why you didn’t actively consider buying a beach hut and living off the local fruits. Operating mechanically, like a battery pack has been inserted in your back, you trudge back and forth to the printer, rejoining the corporate step while baffled that the beach can’t be seen from the adjacent window.
Annoyed clients and endless unread emails act as the “welcome back” greeting service. This undesired welcoming committee instantly makes a life of pineapple picking sound quite satisfying. Being debriefed on everything you missed and what needs to be taken care of immediately is subconsciously vetoed by the lasting sounds of ocean waves whooshing in your ears. Today you are not interested in your grownup life and wish that you were instead landing stateside from your sophomore year spring break. Back then, a chemistry test on Friday was the only pressing matter.
Returning to your box, you must face the callous fact that instead of exploring ancient Mayan ruins or laying poolside, margarita in hand, you will be sitting in this chair and staring at your screen and the clock for the next eight hours. The goal for today, since a short-term objective is all that seems viable, is to not appear put out due to boredom and adventure withdrawal.
