It's the end of summer. This long weekend has flown by. I'm so depressed that I have to go to work tomorrow. This has been a terrible summer. Way too much work. On the 22nd of August I had my second vacation day of the year. At 11am my cell phone rang. I could tell it was a Europe phone number. The headquarters needed something asap. I worked half my vacation day from home (and reversed half my vacation day). On the 29th I had scheduled my third vacation day of the year. This time it was a conference call that had to happen, a series of emails, and no less than ten phone calls that day. Again, I worked from home but reversed half my vacation. Now I have 18 vacation days to take between now and year end.
I need to say "no" to this stuff. This was self-inflicted. I should have enjoyed this summer. Who knows how many summers I have left? Why did I do this? Because it will look good on my resume? Or because I have nothing better to do? This year will be over before I know it. When will I learn?