Tension mounts and it’s riding high! Here we are again, back in the same office as yesterday and the day before that; not much has changed. All the same players are here and they come complete with their own personalities and attitudes, some better than others. This morning’s game is brought to you by boredom and frustration.
It’s that time of year again… Summer is seeping into everything. It pulls your thoughts from your mind and swirls it with sand and beach sounds. The idea that sitting on the beach is tremendously different than sitting at your computer in a constructed cubicle, and taunts you like your favorite dessert when you’re trying to diet into your new bathing suit.
You change the desk top picture on your work screen to reflect your thoughts; pictures of tropical island beaches, and your screen saver flashes pictures of flowers, pools, retreats of splendor and anything else to take your mind off the drone of work. You post flip flops as your Facebook profile picture as a gesture of comedy, knowing all too well, I’d rather be in flip flops than at this flop.
Suddenly, instead of sending the email of financial updates, you switch over to the internet to find a vacation package to daydream over. Cancun. Hmm, I’ve known a lot of people who’ve been there on a vacation; you say to yourself. Considering, you don’t speak the language and would have to give up the husband or boyfriend in order to really enjoy that kind of vacation… you move on. Hawaii… oh yes, they speak my language, but the cost of that would set you back financially and you really want to retire early. Okay, you think, what would be easier? Poking sharp objects in my eyes… that would be easier!
Then like a beacon… it hits you! ROAD TRIP! Gotta love a road trip, no real commitment as to where or who; just when. You look at the calendar; get out the road map, making the decision; in state or next state. Any motel along the way that has a pool and cheesy postcards will be the best. Its mindless fun, the bargain basement priced trip of being lost in America.
It’s a whole part of our lives that is missing, the trip our parents forced on us as kids. ‘Get in the car kids, were going on vacation.’ We had wild fantasies of what our destinations would look like, would there be fun filled excitement? Would we have ice cream for breakfast, cake for lunch and burgers for dinner? Yes, yes, yes! We loved the idea as kids, sitting in the back of our parent’s car as they drove long roads to unknown destinations. We jumped into pools at Tikki style motels, drank soda all day till our stomachs hurt. Playing cards with our parents if it was raining outside with the TV on in the background. We loved it, we called it vacation! Sitting around the pool waiting 20 minutes till our lunch digested so we wouldn’t get cramps while swimming. Even if it was just a PB&J sandwich, we still had to wait.
Or the camping trip to the big lake up in the mountains. Roasting marshmallow’s till they caught a flame and flinging it at your little brother, watching it stick to his forehead. Crying; ‘really mom, I thought the flame would die out before it hit him’. You can’t be sent to your room when you’re camping, but you can’t have anymore marshmallows.
And there you are, daydreaming about long ago and far away, smiling, wishing you were being driving someplace; and then suddenly realizing that you still have to get that report sent out and that there’s a customer calling to complain about their vacations being screwed up because one of your ‘so called bankers’ has put a hold on their check over the holiday weekend. And the tension returns.
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