On Returning to Work, in 200 Words and 15 GIFs
So this week I went back to my job after five weeks on disability and tried to jump right back in. I couldn’t even remember my password. Literally.
Since my voice is still quiet and raspy I find myself doing this a lot because it’s easier than replying. Don’t worry: when I catch myself at it, I feel exactly as dorky as you would hope.
However, since other gestures aren’t always appreciated, I guess I should stick with the thumbs. *Yes, this is real.
By day’s end – or before, if I’m honest – I’ve got nothing left.
And when I get tired I get weepy.
It’s just disconcerting to feel as though you spent the day on a chain gang, when you spent it in Outlook.
But there’s really not anything I can do about it except sleep. A lot. A crazy lot.
I’d love to say that this week I proved I was some kind of total badass.
Not fazed by anything.
But the truth is….
…I don’t think I was very badass at work…
…or outside of it.
I guess I just need to be patient and remember to breathe.
And, sooner or later, I’ll be up and at ’em again.
Or close, anyway.