Today is my first day back after my recent holiday and, if I'm completely honest, it's shit.
I finished at 3pm on Friday Oct 7th so that means I was away from work for 17 glorious days.
The laptop got left in a locked desk drawer and the phone got switched off and thrown in the boot of my car - Bliss.
But now I'm back...
753 emails (I swear that number's genuine), 27 voicemail messages on my desk phone and a further 56 on the mobile.
A good percentage of which was unsolicited rubbish but which still needed to be waded through and binned, nonetheless.
Tedious.
And on top of that, a monumental pile of other shit has accumulated which I need to deal with urgently.
I walked into Reception at 07:00 am today and before I'd even signed in, I was greeted by one of my team who had somehow managed to lock the keys in the work's van with the engine running.
And of course, his first course of action was to come and find me, presumably in the hope that I could wave my magic wand and make it all better for him.
You know how I've come to realise that I hate children?
Well, I'm starting to feel the same way about work and the people who report to me.
It's all a bit shit.
Any suggestions for things to do to cheer myself up?
Cheers.
I finished at 3pm on Friday Oct 7th so that means I was away from work for 17 glorious days.
The laptop got left in a locked desk drawer and the phone got switched off and thrown in the boot of my car - Bliss.
But now I'm back...
753 emails (I swear that number's genuine), 27 voicemail messages on my desk phone and a further 56 on the mobile.
A good percentage of which was unsolicited rubbish but which still needed to be waded through and binned, nonetheless.
Tedious.
And on top of that, a monumental pile of other shit has accumulated which I need to deal with urgently.
I walked into Reception at 07:00 am today and before I'd even signed in, I was greeted by one of my team who had somehow managed to lock the keys in the work's van with the engine running.
And of course, his first course of action was to come and find me, presumably in the hope that I could wave my magic wand and make it all better for him.
You know how I've come to realise that I hate children?
Well, I'm starting to feel the same way about work and the people who report to me.
It's all a bit shit.
Any suggestions for things to do to cheer myself up?
Cheers.