You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy™
The day before vacation.
What a feeling.
It’s like the cool breeze that comes before the summer storm.
It’s like being next in line at the bank.
It’s a feeling of anticipation like watching Ketchup slowly pour of the bottle.
You just know something good is about to happen.
I’ve got that feeling right now.
I’m sitting at my desk at work.
Is it wrong to feel this good at work?
Why am I grinning? Does it show? Do my co-workers know?
Should I report myself to H.R.?
I’m going to California in the morning.
No more police scanner to dictate terms to me haphazardly. In 24 hours, no more bosses asking me if I can work an extra shift. In one revolution of the Earth, the cares of the modern world will vaporize and I can relax.
Vacation anticipation.
The feeling is an endorphin rush to the melon.
I am a dog waiting for a pet on the head.
Yes I am a good boy, throw me a bone.
I can feel myself starting not to care.
It’s late afternoon on a Friday, and the work place stress is beginning to dissipate like so much stale breath in a birthday balloon at an old folks home.
I see the night crew buzzing around the newsroom like honey bees trying to pollinate something.
There is a buzz, but I am immune.
Hey worker bees, take your pollen to the other side of the room.
I have vacation anticipation.
I no longer care.
I am indifferent like a homeless man outside a Donald Trump political rally.
I have a bubble of relaxation beginning to wash over me.
It’s a full body massage with a loufa in a lemon scented hot tub full of Hawaiian Tropic girls.
Approximately 90 minutes before I would call it a day, before I would turn off my computer, I do the unthinkable.
I turn off my computer.
sacrilegious!
I expect the HR SWAT TEAM to swoop down from the rafters and beat me into submission.
“You are in violation of code 3844, premature computer shut down. Come with us!”
I am laughing to myself, unconcerned about the stir my premature extrication from work will cause.
As I walk out I cast a cautious eye toward the ceiling looking for signs of a Swat team surrounding me
The hell with it.
I am a nitrous burning funny car of who cares.
I am Magellan heading for the new world. I am a man on a mission, a steely eyed missile man of vacation determination.
I have that feeling, that amazing feeling of here it comes.
Here comes the weekend, here comes the end of something bad and the beginning of something soothing.
I feel it. I am layered in it. I am slathered in a bubble of exuberance.
Good bye work week.
Hello Left Coast.
You smell that?
It’s the smell of salt air and insouciance.
Two key ingredients in a cocktail of excitement.
Vacation Anticipation.
How do I bottle this feeling?
Life’s Crazy™