Today was my first day back from my first tropical vacation. It was glorious. The weather was perfect, I made some amazing friends (one guy was particularly cute, swoon), and got an
incredible week away from work. In fact, I didn't even think about it once.
I left at the perfect time. There's a lot of drama going on lately. I've also been swamped with work and staying late regularly. Yes, I'm the only receptionist you know that works long hours doing non-reception related work. But good things are hopefully to come of all this hard work.
I arrived to work today just depressed. I don't want to work. I don't want to read the 128 emails in my inbox folder. I don't want to read the 30 more in sub folders. I want a pineapple daiquiri (umm, don't judge, they're amazing and a perfect 11am drink), I want my beach chair and I want my friends. But of course, the vacation is over and it's back to reality.
I spend the better half of my morning, going through emails and attempting to make a to-do list. Between the annoying callers and being easily distracted by any and everything, I make very little progress. NG finally comes in and I am happy to hand the phones over to her so I can accomplish something. But first I need more coffee.
I rush down to the kitchen and stand there for a good 5 minutes talking myself out of coffee and to just drink water. Still trying to convince myself, I open the dishwasher with hopes to throw my mug in there forcing myself to drink water.
And then it happened.
The damn thing was running! It was so quiet, I never even heard it. Water and suds come GUSHING out. So in true Ruby fashion, I scream, slam the thing shut and debate running away and acting as if nothing happened. Unfortunately for me, someone came in (the scream probably made that happen...) and I just started laughing about how dumb I am. There wasn't much of a mess, so I cleaned that up, and Laura and I just blamed it on being "a Monday".
Yeah, let's blame it on the fact that it's Monday. Not the fact that I didn't even hear the dishwasher going! To my defense, my parents have a wicked quiet dishwasher as well and I never hear theirs. Mine is easily from the 70's, so it's like a rocket launch when that thing is going.
Also, the majority of the people at work didn't even realize I was gone. It may be because my out of office only worked for half the week, but still. Nothing like feeling special and welcomed back at work.
Womp, womp, womp.
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