Mimicking the Soup Nazi (No soup for you!) from the old Seinfeld series, K gave me my instructions as she left for work today: No sulking for you.
When I was a kid I always hated "going back", as in going back to school after a weekend or spring break or the summer. I hated school...couldn't stand it. I did reasonably well (top 20%), but was constantly on the lookout for an excuse to miss school. The story my parents told over and over was how they would drop me off at school in the first grade, and before they could go around the block and return home I'd be back there waiting for them.
I've never outgrown hating "going back", but now that means going back to work after a vacation. This is my last day of vacation, and I'm already dreading going back tomorrow. I truly hate my work. I enjoy my coworkers and I can handle the job, it's just dealing with all the inefficient, arcane, bureaucratic bullshit that goes with it. If all of this emanates from their corporate Ivory Tower full of MBA's, then I think they've just made an airtight case for abolishing all business schools.
Maybe I'm just so close to retirement I can smell it, but it's getting real damn hard to keep up my enthusiasm for work.