Withdrawal Symptoms

Thursday, 1600 hrs:

My leave just got sanctioned. I was euphoric. Saturday and Sunday were going to be off anyway and I got an off from Monday to Wednesday. A sexy 5 day mini vacation. I was ecstatic and for good reason. Tuesday, 17^th October as most of you idiots reading this know is my birthday. Two things I hate doing during my birthday are studying and working. Basically anything where someone else is dictating terms. In the first case didn’t have too much of a choice as term exams always used to fall on my birthday in school. It used to drive me crazy but as I said had no choice.

Work. Now here I managed to escape it by requesting a leave. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. The erratic hours notwithstanding. I have fun there. But yea, it was kind of starting to take a toll on my body and it wouldn’t have been long before my body revolted. So the leave is for the best. At least I thought it would be.

Friday, 2100 hrs:

Almost time to close shop and head home and start my mini vacation. I should be feeling giddy with anticipation, act like a kid before summer holidays and jump around with excitement. None of those childish stunts accompanied by chants of “I have 5 days off’ materialized. I was depressed. What am I going to do with five days off? True Tuesday’s my birthday, obviously not going to work then but then I just upped and left my team there. Those guys count on me (I think!) for a lot of things. The thing is, in my position as a project co-ordinator I kind of look after my team. And it might be my ego thinking this way but it does feel like I have left them undefended.

I was double checking and colour coding a lot of things at the last moment so that these guys don’t have any hassles while I’m not there. I was already facing withdrawal symptoms and I wasn’t even out of the office yet. I am so sure I’m going to end up in office on Monday. Nothing to do with a sense of duty or getting the job done. And definitely not conscience. I think I’m addicted to my office. I spend 12 hours down there and I think it has grown on me.

Saturday, 1000 hrs:

Here I am writing this piece, wishing I was in office. I think I should be careful what I wish for. More to come, watch this space!

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