My mood is slowly starting to shift. I push the thoughts out of my head the moment they appear. Vacation is drawing to a close and I have to begin the trek back to reality today.
I’m going to enjoy every last second and I’ve begun a mental list of things to look forward to upon return to the Big City. I miss my kitties.
Ending vacation is painfully similar to the oil crisis. How? It occurred to me that as we begin to wrap up our vacation…and it has been so beautiful here, that the men in the yellow vests are appearing on the beach today. Coincidence? Probably, but it is certainly ending the vacation on a painful note. As we leave our paradise, the reality of this oil situation has permeated our fantasy world. There is no holding off the oil any longer. It is coming. Nothing can stop it and it is painfully destructive.
We have been enjoying the water and the white sand and ignoring any thoughts of oil or tar balls or Bad Bosses. But out of the corner of our eyes, they sneak up on us and ruin everything!
I’ll try and pretend for a bit longer that the oil is far off shore and that the BP fools have come up with some answer to the awful mess they have created. At the same time, I dream that I have an extra week of vacation and that I don’t have to be back at the office for another 7 days — plus July 4th! Oh man — there is a small light at the end of the tunnel — a three day weekend is not far off in the distance. Maybe BP will come up with a plan…not holding my breath, but holding out hope, at least.
Living Dilbert 
I hate when real life corrupts vacation time. Enjoy what is left as much as possible.
The end of vacations are rough… But yes, every time I come back from seeing my far-off family and I feel awful, I always think about my kitties and it makes the landing back in reality a little better.
The oil thing… It’s hard to even comprehend the seriousness of it all – I mean, just how bad the whole situation is.
I agree with the above though – enjoy the vacation time you’ve got left!
rap…rap…rap…i’ve been waiting for you with misery drink in crystal flutes. it’s starting to sweat.
Oh, if only. . . So glad that you got to enjoy the beach before the oil washed ashore. My mom lives in Destin, FL and she’s devistated. I wish I could quit my job and move down there and help. I clean up other people’s mistakes all day at work, why not do it on the Gulf where it’s really needed?!
Hope your transition into the “real world” isn’t too jarring!