“Remoted” Workday 164 / Day 245 (Monday)

The first day back to work after a few days off is never easy. There was the return to routine after just enough days off to have gotten used to staying up later, so getting to sleep Sunday night was tough. The noise of the crazy wind and driving rain slamming into the house didn’t help to encourage sleep.

The day began with Moose barking his need to go out at 5:30, but it was nice and quick. Not 15 minutes later, he was barking again, and I told him to stop and lay down. He got quiet, but a few minutes later the wafting aroma of freshly laid poo tickled me awake. It was my fault for not getting up (again) to let him out, and probably also my fault for not making him stay out longer the first time. Cleanup commenced, and I went back to bed and then overslept by nearly 30 minutes.

Logging into work a little early delivered the jolt of 227 unread emails in the inbox for two workdays off, and a surprising volume of emails that arrived on the holiday. Gotta love the salesmen trying to hit a quota for the fourth quarter. The email hellbox is the routine punishment for taking vacation days. It took roughly two hours of speed reading and deleting to narrow the list down to what actually needed attention. 

Cleaned up for a ...
phone call?

Upon checking the calendar, there was a project meeting that had been forgotten, and I was dressed in a casual flannel shirt. Not a fashionable flannel shirt, more like a scarecrow had been robbed and I was the beneficiary of the raggedy man’s shirt. A dash of the 40 steps to wardrobe produced a sweater and scarf more suitable for a video meeting, and a quick stop by hair and makeup included a much needed visit with a comb and an attempt at makeup to not look dead. Two hours later the meeting notification dinged and I popped over to the video program, to learn the meeting was not a video meeting but a phone call.  Oops. That was an unnecessary use of wardrobe and cosmetic resources.

Luckily, I moved a piece of paper that was on the desk, which turned out to be the water bill due today. It got it paid on time via the city website.

Early in the workday, Moose followed up the bedroom carpet poop by barfing on the rug behind my desk chair. At the end of the workday, I forgot to give Winston his insulin with his supper. When I finally remembered 2.5 hours later, the pups got bonus wet food meatballs and Winnie finally got his evening insulin.

And now it’s time to relax.