Collapsing in Exhaustion

That’s it. I can officially say I survived the run-up to the holidays. The endless Christmas music, the pointless busy-ness, and–horror of horrors–the baked goods brought in by an assortment of co-workers, most of whom cannot bake. (I’d been sucking on one piece of candy for twenty minutes before I figured out it was supposed to be fudge.)

The workplace gift exchange was finally cancelled for lack of interest this year. I can’t say I’m sorry to see it go.

And that’s it. Done. Going home.

I can’t actually be sure whether I’m just too worn out to enjoy it after all the work, or if I’m just a garden variety cynic.

Either way, I’m out of fuel. Will track down a holiday Red Bull tomorrow.


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    For some reason this post made me laugh. 🙂 I understand the cynicism and exhaustion when everyone around me seems to be jumping for joy. Thanks for sharing.

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