No Vacation Goes Unpunished – and No, it Wasn’t an Orgy
There must be a physical law of the universe (you know, like gravity or the law of conservation of energy) that says the amount of work that will build up when on vacation will be exponentially greater than the amount that would come up if you were actually still there on on the job. After two weeks of vacation (including that fabulous weekend of spanking pleasure in Las Vegas) I got back to find that a good portion of the world’s workload had been piled up on my desk along with little notes saying things like “I know you just got back from vacation, but could you please….”
What I love are the ones that have nothing to do with my position - they’re just things someone else didn’t want to do and dropped it on me hoping I’d be a sucker when I got back to work. Which means I get to do the stuff I need to do, plus call these people and explain reality to them:
“Hi, Asshole Number 328? This is Shiny……….Yes, I had a wonderful time, thank you. This note you left asking me to create a database that calculates the best solution for Faster Than Light travel to Proxima Centauri? Yeah…I don’t handle that. Sorry, no….I just take care of HR’s systems……yeah, well you can talk to my manager if you want to but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want me doing this. No…you’ll need to talk to the programming team in IT – and maybe a theoretical physicist.”
I’ve put in twelve hour days every day this week so far (probably will the next few days too) and will have to go in this weekend as well due to a system upgrade. But all that being said, given the economy right now I’d rather be busy than bored.
The interesting thing this week has been talking to a couple of friends who know about my kink, knew where I went on vacation, and were brimming with polite interest/sick fascination. I think they were both expecting tales of an orgy and were a little bit disappointed in my description of suite parties, events, etc. One of them couldn’t fathom that there weren’t folks running around in leather and nipple-clamps. Maybe it’s because Kinky Stuff gets all wrapped up into one big bundle in peoples’ minds – i.e. they know it’s a sexual fetish and therefore any party of spankos must involve sex all over the place. So now they’re better educated and/or they think I’m lying and are picturing me running around a hotel wearing leather and nipple-clamps.
Funny–I’ve had my butt handed to me on a platter at work too. Not in a bad way–it is just that a project I am leading finally got the go-ahead. Proxima Centauri–LOL!
I hear you on the orgy assumption. It takes at least 5 repetitions of saying what it actually is before folks even start to consider that sex was not part of it (and goodness knows how many reps before they are convinced).
Welcome back! I always figured that huge pile of work on your desk was Corporate America’s way to discourage you from asking for more vacation time. I hear in the good old days they actually assigned someone to cover your work while you were gone. But that’s probably just a myth.
That’s great that you have friends at work you can share that much with. I have only shared on a need to know basis. In my area, some people can be so uptight that any variation other than missonary w/i marriage would be a topic for gossip. Maybe California is a different environment in that respect.
Too bad no leather and nipple clamps…would have looked forward to you posting those pics!
Wednesday: Too much sex stuff on the reality shows, maybe – it’s seeped into our collective unconscious.
Nicki: Orange County, CA actually tends to be a bit more conservative than a good portion of CA – I just lucked out and happened to have a couple “cooler” folks around. I know what you mean, though – I grew up in the sticks in Indiana surrounded by Bible-thumping folks who were pretty sure holding hands before marriage was a sin.