Tomorrow is the last day of the work year for most of us and as far as I'm concerned, I am so there. I know I took a holiday smack in the middle of the year, but that doesn't seem to make a difference when the end of the year comes around. I'm done. Je suis fini. And that's all there is to it.
I'm done answering phones and trying to hedge everything I say so I never commit to anything. I'm done running and checking my email all day long to make sure that there isn't a single communication that goes unanswered. I'm done trying to figure out how to make lame people do what I need them to do and understand that I'm on their side. I'm done trying to impress my boss and others in the company. Well, at least until the new year. Gone are those days, at least temporarily, and I couldn't be happier.
If I look into my crystal ball I can see myself lounging by the pool with a good book - or several. I see myself (and everyone else) eating out of disposable dishes so that there is not endless washing to be done. I see myself laughing my brothers and sisters and having a great time. I also see a lot of Sagatiba in my future as well as the unopened bottle of Tequila I have just collecting cobwebs on my bar waiting to become relevant. I see movies and games and lots of lazying around.
When asking around, this is the general sentiment. My sister said that instead of finding something to be happy about every day, right now she finds something to be grumpy about. Chilax, simma down now, you're almost there.
(Insert deep exaggerated sigh)