I don’t know what’s worse, not taking a holiday or coming back from holiday – a good holiday.

I didn’t sleep on the plane today – probably the first time this happened. Instead, I found myself looking at the scenic landscape beneath – and it reminded me of a fun* project I had worked on a couple of months back, and how the scenic landscapes had been magically and so realistically programmed by a super talented developer (*fun* with no sarcasm intended. To my colleagues, it was painful.) Then, I tried to recall how the whole trip had been going as if I would have lost all the memories if I hadn’t done it.

The rest of the day had been filled with household chores like grocery shopping, catching up with friends at home, cleaning up the house, laundry, cooking, and of course showering. Coming back to my own bathroom is probably one thing I looked forward to the most.

The night was then spent checking work emails, personal emails, other emails, Facebook, Twitter, etc and etc. And let’s not forgetting the part where I freaked out way too much about the assignment deadline that I frantically texted the project mates.

Q said ‘No wonder people who come from Queenstown doesn’t like Auckland’.
I said ‘Yea, nobody enjoying a holiday would want to come back to work’.

But reality is reality, isn’t it.

(I hope I don’t sound like a spoiled kid with a first work problem here.)



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