At 5pm this Friday, I am gonna leave work so fast they won’t even know I’m gone. I have a four-day weekend. Since the day of my birthday was way too busy and I would’ve felt weird for calling off, I requested vacation days for both Monday and Tuesday of next week and the vacation genie granted my wish.
There are lots of things that need to be done, I can’t deny that, and I will get some done today and tomorrow, but when I leave work on Friday at 5, I will not think about the other stuff. I refuse to worry about it. I need to curve my worries so that they don’t sneak up on me when I’m enjoying myself. Easier said that done, but I like the idea.