I took a much-needed staycation, turning a normal weekend into a 6-day relaxation.
Upon my return to work, my main printing station was broken, but all of my coworkers were happy to have me back, welcoming me and occasionally wishing me happy birthday.
Except one humanoid-manifestation of a wet blanket, who didn't greet me before complaining about how he desperately needs a vacation and he's "just doing what he can" to "get by" til he can leave.
... The guy gets over 5 weeks of vacation while I only get 10 days.
That pissed me off, within hour one of my being back. Couldn't be happy for me.
I'm so grateful to have feeling back in my hands but here I am back to being stuck in a room with this self-absorbed negative Nancy 9 hours a day.
