Idle Hands

I've just been informed that my vacation is to last at least 4 more weeks. Hong Kong immigration takes 4 weeks to process an application for a work permit and my new office called to say that they've just turned in my docs.

Now to those of you who are working for a living, this sounds like a dream. Four more weeks of no-stress living. But for someone who has been out of the workforce for 7 weeks (and 3 days) already... well, let me just say that the news did not make my heart leap.

Instead, it made my heart yell, "Ay PU#*&%^!!*&%!!!"

Ayoko na. I need to work. I need to get up early everyday, put on a suit, drive an hour in bumper-to-bumper traffic, drink bad coffee, get pestered by clients and bosses and colleagues, get hyperacidity, have a lousy lunch, drink more bad cofee, write a lot of useless e-mail, and of course, receive countless e-mail on penis enlargement and ejaculation control. Which reminds me, have I renewed my Cialis prescription?

But anyway.... I digress.

I need to get back to work.

It's not the money. Like childbirth, I prepared for this break and the expenses related to relocation. It's also not the boredome. I can blog and watch French movies all day (Look at Me is good.) It's the general sense of idleness; that I'm not doing anything constructive. That my mind is rotting in an alcholic soup.

Wait. Scratch that last one. I drank just as much when I was employed. Even more, I'd say.

Bottomline is that I just have to admit to myself that I enjoy working, keeping to a schedule, maintaining a routine. I need structure.

My goodness. I may have just discovered my inner dolt.