A break is never long enough, and never really break-y enough.
Everyone remembers when life was better in their youth. And to be fair, school breaks are always trying the limits of everyone’s mind and patience. But as soon as adulthood hits, the breaks become too short, not rejuvenating enough. Exhausting.
Tommy was sitting in work, having just returned from vacation. His eyes were sunken, his mind weary. He had had just enough time off to little the moral numbness recede, but not long enough for to be truly rested. Now he sat, staring at his computer, unable to bring himself to even press the on button.
“Heeeeey Tommy,” Dale said, standing above him with a cup of coffee.
“Oh, hey boss. What’s up?” Tommy said, his voice void of enthusiasm.
“Oh, not much. How was the vacation?”
“It was great. I took a trip to Nova Scotia, saw some lovely sites, and spent three days in a cabin in the woods just reading. I woke up every day to the birds singing. It was fantastic.”
“Sounds wonderful. So listen, we’ve had a bit of a re-organization while you were out, so you’ll be taking over Janine and Chris’s work while they transfer over to finance.”
“Oh, okay. Who’s going to handle the McLaren and Johnson file?”
“You will be. It’ll be a bit of juggling for a bit, but it shouldn’t really mean much more work for you, not to worry. I’ll have the files moved to your desk but this afternoon, okay?”
Tommy’s eyes had glazed over, processing this.
“Oh, yes, sorry boss. Sounds fine.”
“Here, let me get the computer for you,” Dale leaned forward and pressed the power button. The computer chirped it’s faux-happy start-up sound as Dale walked off, leaving Tommy to stare a thousand miles away.