Joy Wasted with KB Dickey

Boo-hooo! I got a Staycation Hangover!

Oh, the joys of coming back from a staycation, where the only decisions I made were choosing between episodes on Netflix and deciding which flavor of potato chips pairs best with my Asian Cinema. But alas, the staycation bubble has burst, and I find myself facing the stark reality of transitioning back to the work-from-home-office hybrid life. Can I get a collective sigh of “Do I have to adult again?” and a side of whining, “Whyyyyyy?”

So, picture this: I roll out of bed at a time that can only be described as “Are you serious, alarm clock?” It’s a far cry from the staycation bliss where my wake-up call was the sweet melody of birds chirping outside my window and a glimpse of sunlight through a crack in my blackout curtain (why is that crack there?). Now, it’s the harsh beep of an alarm that seems to have a personal vendetta against my REM cycle. Haha! At last, take this snooze 3X!

As I stumble to my home office, a place that has seen more pajamas than a sleepover party, I’m met with the disarray of a desk that apparently hosted a paperwork tornado in my absence. I could’ve sworn I left it all neat and tidy, but clearly, my desk has a rebellious streak, choosing chaos over order when I’m not around to supervise. I didn’t ask it what happened. Oh well!

And the emails, oh, the emails. It’s like my inbox attended a boot camp for email warfare while I was dreaming of a “real” vacation for several days. Now, I’m faced with a battalion of unread messages, each one demanding attention like a toddler throwing a tantrum in a candy store. “Read me! Respond to me! Why did you leave me unread for so long?”

The transition from leisurely lounging to professional multitasking was not on my google calendar. I’m navigating the uncharted territories of work deadlines and virtual meetings, wondering if I can sneak in a nap under the guise of a “power break.”

And let’s not forget the sartorial struggles. Goodbye, loungewear; hello, business casual (or at least the part that’s visible on Zoom calls). It’s like convincing a cat to wear a leash – awkward, resistance at every step, and a persistent desire to return to the comfort of the familiar.

But hey, it’s not all doom and gloom. I may miss the leisurely staycation vibes, but the semblance of routine and structure has its perks. Like knowing what day of the week it is without consulting three different calendars or realizing that pants with buttons do exist.

So, here’s to the hilarious mishaps of transitioning from staycation serenity to the chaotic comedy of work life. May my home office survive the paperwork tornado, and may my inbox forgive me for my temporary email amnesia. Until the next staycation calls my name, I’ll be navigating the virtual workspace with a caffeinated beverage in hand and a touch of nostalgia for the days when my only commute was from the couch to the fridge. 🏡💼🚀