My first week back at work after a month of summer holiday travel, family, friends and partying. I have a huge holiday hangover. I am slightly jet lagged.
My brain is in a different time zone. No, it’s tenuously connected to my body, floating in another space in the ether.
I look at my ToDo list. It morphs into a sea of random letters and numbers. I feel sea sick.
My phone is constantly ringing. It makes me dizzy. I do not take calls. I put it on silent and hide it in a desk drawer.
My email inbox is electronically bulging, page after page after page after page. I cannot bear to look at it. I chose to surf instead. Mindless but painless. I am quickly bored. I stare off into nowhere.
I attend an important meeting. I am so bored. It is more boring than watching the hair grow on my testicles.
I constantly yawn. My eyes are struggling to stay open. My head occasionally snaps backwards jolting me back to this living torment.
People speak but I do not hear what they are saying. I open my mouth in response and emit gurgled croak noises.
I want to lie down on the floor. I want to die. Now.
I excuse myself. I crawl to the men’s room. I select a cubicle. I lock the door. I sit.
It is quiet.
At last, peace.