Nose is back on the grindstone

Trying to get back into the swing of work is hard. I spent all day today wanting to stab people with pointy objects from my supply drawer. It’s not so much all the catching up and responding to the 450 e-mails in my inbox…it’s the correcting of all the stupid mistakes that were made in my absence. Things like forgotten requests, botched orders, duplicate notices for stuff I did before I left.

Why I bother to go on vacation is beyond me.

Even better, it seems that the cold I had last week is coming back. I woke up this morning with some wheezing, a stuffy nose, and a sore throat. God bless. I’m supposed to help coworker Sean and his family move to their new place this weekend…we’ll see how this goes. I have a sneaking suspicion that when Saturday arrives, I will be sick as a dog and I’m going to be furious, because not only will I feel rotten, I will be infecting everyone involved. They will come to know me as She Who Shall Not Be Invited Back.

The cats are trying to figure out what to do with themselves now that I’m not here to hang out with them every morning. I got home from work today and you’d think I’d been MIA for five decades. They were all over me the moment I stepped through the door. It’s been almost four hours since I got home and they’re still climbing all over me. Roscoe keeps coming over to me and putting his lips on my toes. It’s creepy and sad. I think this means they need something to do during the day…time to get another kitten?