Whooooooooo…You ever have a week off from work? It’s great. You wear sweat pants a lot, you shower whenever, you don’t attend Monday morning meetings. All good things. The polar opposite of having to share a desk with the one person who doesn’t wash their hands after restroom visits. And you wonder why you don’t hang out with people from work after work is done on a daily basis.
Well. That’s where I’m at. Max here, back from a week long sabbatical, one that featured highlights, such as the annual holiday bird sacrifice, and lowlights, such as the falsified look of pleasure on my face after tasting cranberry orange relish cooked by a purposely unnamed family member. You ever wonder who gives these people passes to cook fruitcake, sans fruit, but including the real crappy taste. You know if the cat, who eats everything made by human hands, doesn’t even give it a sniff…it’s best left off the table and in the trash can. You’d rather eat the cat than another bite of that holiday abomination.
Coming back to work can be freeing though. While it is nice to enjoy a stress free environment while recouping from a long year of work, there’s something to be said about the quiet peace of a cubicle left unattended until your return. Or a shop. Or a truck cab. Or whatever. Just a place that doesn’t let your family in the doors unless it’s a special occasion. Semi-zen, you know what I mean? Especially when you comeback to the last and best part of the year here on KSTR. KISS tickets, Broncos tickets, and more to blow out of here faster than your creepy uncle hits the pillow when the turkey drugs kick in on Thanksgiving’s afternoon, or faster than your reflexes on Black Friday when your deftly dodging through derrières, digits, and fake dimples for the best gifts (nothing says happy holidays like gifting someone a random limb you took off a stranger trying to get your 4K TV during Black Friday)