Today I did something I’ve never done before, ever. I left my office. Before the end of the day. I just couldn’t take the commotion, the clutter, the noise any longer. So I packed my bag and left.
I think I hit that proverbial wall.
Yeah, we are all familiar with that wall. Whether you’re a runner and you hit it at mile 11 or a knitter stuck on stockinette island, there it is, staring you in the face, just taunting you.
I never thought I would hit one at work though.
But I did, and instead of slogging through it, I pulled a big ‘ole DNFTWD (Did Not Finish The Work Day).
But after an easy afternoon of quiet and solitude, I think I figured it out. My job requires a fair amount of socialization–traveling to outside groups, talking about my program, meeting & greeting, etc. It’s constant all year round, but ramps up in the winter (duh–the program’s name is Christmas at Sea–I shouldn’t expect any differently).
This is my fourth Christmas season in this job, and the 6 and 7 day work weeks are killing me. Granted, when I do work on weekends, it’s not a full day. Nonetheless, I’ve been “on” since Labor Day, and I think that, coupled with training for Philly, has taken its toll. I am a very social person, and while this may seem contrary, I think I’m a bit of an introvert. I really really need my solitude.
Everything came to a head when yesterday I had a volunteer group visit for their outreach activity, then I traveled to another group’s event last night, and then we had yet even more people in the office today, and I’m faced with two more groups coming in on both Saturday and Sunday. With the Mister out of town for the next two weeks, managing both Chez Sato and work has become Sisyphean, and I’ve been so exhausted by the end of the day, I haven’t had the chance to regroup with a good book or scrumptious yarn.
Being a creature of habit, I’ve decided to fall back on a time-tested technique: chunking it out. Week 1: Thanksgiving, Week 2: last week of volunteer activity, Week 3: Paducah trip. Day by day I’ll get through it. Only to be staring Christmas and Thing 1’s 18th birthday, conveniently the same day, right in the face. Yikes!
Hopefully the wall will keep the boulder at bay!