The Mental Health Day
I took the day off yesterday. They think I took the kid to the doctor. I was, instead, taking a break from my place of employment. I've finally come to realize why it's as bad as it is. No one is in charge. The patients are running the asylum. Case in point, I entered the request for this day off into the company's internal timekeeping system. About 20 minutes later, I got an email from the former head of my group, the one who no longer works for the company. She asked me to inform IT that my request, and others, were going to her personal email. She doesn't even work for the company anymore!! When I realized that my request was not being seen by the proper eyes, I inquired as to who is in charge of my section and, thus, my boss. No one seemed to really know.
This is where I work.
So, I took a day. Football players take a knee. I took a day. Granted, I took a day when spring was upon us. In other words, the spring waves were upon us too. I always forget that the waves of spring are ones you have to grin and bear. Spring is when the ocean often takes its own break. And more power to you, Mother Ocean. It's not about us. Do what you have to do, even if it means giving us those sad little waves that make everyone go "Meh!"
What I found at the beach wasn't much to speak of, but being in the ocean with the mediocrity of it all was still preferable to sitting in the madhouse all day. I know the home break closeouts well. They are predictable and, on a smaller day, relatively harmless. Being in their presence made me smile.
In other news, I talked to Shaun Tomson on the phone yesterday! Wooooot!!