Today was my first day back to work after vacation. It was a difficult day. After spending majority of my week essentially only worrying about hanging out with my friend as she prepares to get married, getting back in the swing of business was almost a miss. Friend time, all week. The only time I thought about either work or the people I work with was when I told a story about sunburn. Other than that I'm that co-worker that doesn't miss her colleagues when she's away. Miss them? More accurately I don't think about them. I leave my work, colleagues included, at work at the end of the day.
Last week was no different. I was away from Wednesday until Monday. My time was spent in hair appointments and dinners. I got dressed up and stood in a spot all pretty like. None of these things reminded me of the "fun" I was missing at work. What did remind me of what I had been missing at work? Going back to work today. The whole day was one drag after another. I was told that I was particularly quiet, something that is not a natural state of my being. The whole day I felt, while not crabby, as though I was in a funk. My smile disappeared at the door and I didn't feel it on my face again until I was driving home. I don't know what the problem was, but it is disconcerting. I don't know why it's so hard.
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