I have never not wanted to go back to work so much as I do now.
Am currently in KS#1’s car, making the two-hour trek from Massachusetts back to Yale and I am so dreading my arrival. I checked my schedule and I won’t be getting another weekend off until the end of the month.
That just seems so. Far. Away.
As you may have probably already deduced, my Sunday was as glorious as my Saturday, but for entirely different reasons. I slept in until 10am then spent the rest of the time lollygagging in the central air-conditioned apartment, polishing off the bottle of Fragole and watching HGTV.
It was so restful and so uneventful and so comfortable that the thought of work made me almost physically ill. Is this how normal people feel on a Sunday? If so, I guess I should be grateful that I like my real-world job enough to have never experienced this malaise.
I totally love this dress, by the way. It’s wrinkle-proof, flowy and fabulous. It’s technically a beach cover-up but the material is thick enough that it passes as a standalone frock. It goes really well with my new turquoise mani, and it was the lone surviving piece from my last-minute Ross expedition before I left L.A., costing me a mere pittance at $4.99. It looked horribly shapeless on the hanger but there’s something magical about that self tie, so I’m glad I gave it a chance and tried it on.
When I finally got in and was invited to Anchor for a nightcap, everyone at the bar mentioned how relaxed I looked. I’m just hoping this vibe will last me through two more weekends before I can leave again for my next day off.
At least KS#1 left me with one last parting gift: her HBO code so I can watch actual TV in my dorm room. I have promised to watch Game of Thrones. I know, I’m a bit late on this particular bandwagon, but if it helps me maintain that illusion of still being on holiday, then so be it.
:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Dress – Ross