I’m not sure if time off is a cure or a curse. Most folks live for weekends, holidays, vacations, even staycations to enjoy leisure time in their own homes. Throughout the year, they work and save and talk of little else getting ready for when they can hit the road or fly the coop.
I, on the other hand, must be an alien. I don’t want to go anywhere and I can’t even handle a few days off without falling down the slippery slope of boredom which in turn, leads to chronic laziness. Because of this I dread retirement, having nothing to do or a regiment to follow might be my end. It’s painfully obvious that I need goals and structure to exist.
Maybe others are like me and that’s why they croak once they retire, they’ve been so conditioned to keeping schedules and toiling hard that they shut down once the work plug is pulled, when there’s nothing left but a lazy boy chair and the TV. Let’s face it; there is only so much housework or dishes you can wash before the excitement swirls down the drain. Over the holidays, I wore out the floor dragging my feet, my knuckles took a beating as well and when I started speaking in broken English, “me hungry” I knew I was regressing farther than I cared too. It’s obvious I’m not the sort of person who can sit around twiddling. I need stimulation that comes with a side order of beat-the-clock to rev my engines and a smear of stress to grease the wheel.
I haven’t had many vacations but the few I’ve been on were yawners only after a few days. Once the fast pace of working leaves my system, I become almost comatose. Maybe it’s just me, but the less I do the lazier I get. I predict, if I retire, I’ll be dead in a month. A few days off over New Years and I can’t stay awake, napping on the sofa, a chair, on the floor and lingering long hour’s in bed. Who sleeps all night to get up in the morning to take a nap? As each day passed, more grey cells oozed out of my ears leaving me more inclined to incline in my favourite chair and let mindless TV exercise the only part of my body that moved over the holiday, my eyeballs.
I’m frustrating to hubby who would like to travel but I’m afraid after two weeks anywhere I’d be begging to come home, bringing a whole new meaning to a stick in the mud! I was certainly happy to get back to work, even with pending inventory looming, guaranteeing to bring on an avalanche of paper and stress. Thank goodness for paperwork so I’ll live another day!
Year end is the least fun of any business; for me anyway but it’s a necessary evil. Our shop has a lot of inventory that needs to be counted and costed. The paperwork all falls on me and will be like eating three pounds of shortening, it’ll sit in my gut for a few weeks until the last “t” is crossed and the “I” dotted. I’ll be stressed to the limit but as happy as a hampster on a wheel.
All the paperwork aside, I’m pretty stoked for 2016! This is going to be one heck of a year. Sure, there will be twists and turns and a few bumps along the way, but I will never say it was boring and I’ll have a fantastic reason to get out of bed in the morning!
I, on the other hand, must be an alien. I don’t want to go anywhere and I can’t even handle a few days off without falling down the slippery slope of boredom which in turn, leads to chronic laziness. Because of this I dread retirement, having nothing to do or a regiment to follow might be my end. It’s painfully obvious that I need goals and structure to exist.
Maybe others are like me and that’s why they croak once they retire, they’ve been so conditioned to keeping schedules and toiling hard that they shut down once the work plug is pulled, when there’s nothing left but a lazy boy chair and the TV. Let’s face it; there is only so much housework or dishes you can wash before the excitement swirls down the drain. Over the holidays, I wore out the floor dragging my feet, my knuckles took a beating as well and when I started speaking in broken English, “me hungry” I knew I was regressing farther than I cared too. It’s obvious I’m not the sort of person who can sit around twiddling. I need stimulation that comes with a side order of beat-the-clock to rev my engines and a smear of stress to grease the wheel.
I haven’t had many vacations but the few I’ve been on were yawners only after a few days. Once the fast pace of working leaves my system, I become almost comatose. Maybe it’s just me, but the less I do the lazier I get. I predict, if I retire, I’ll be dead in a month. A few days off over New Years and I can’t stay awake, napping on the sofa, a chair, on the floor and lingering long hour’s in bed. Who sleeps all night to get up in the morning to take a nap? As each day passed, more grey cells oozed out of my ears leaving me more inclined to incline in my favourite chair and let mindless TV exercise the only part of my body that moved over the holiday, my eyeballs.
I’m frustrating to hubby who would like to travel but I’m afraid after two weeks anywhere I’d be begging to come home, bringing a whole new meaning to a stick in the mud! I was certainly happy to get back to work, even with pending inventory looming, guaranteeing to bring on an avalanche of paper and stress. Thank goodness for paperwork so I’ll live another day!
Year end is the least fun of any business; for me anyway but it’s a necessary evil. Our shop has a lot of inventory that needs to be counted and costed. The paperwork all falls on me and will be like eating three pounds of shortening, it’ll sit in my gut for a few weeks until the last “t” is crossed and the “I” dotted. I’ll be stressed to the limit but as happy as a hampster on a wheel.
All the paperwork aside, I’m pretty stoked for 2016! This is going to be one heck of a year. Sure, there will be twists and turns and a few bumps along the way, but I will never say it was boring and I’ll have a fantastic reason to get out of bed in the morning!
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