Tomorrow is our last full day here. This is so far past holiday hump day that we're at the bottom of the slippery slope. This is the sort of time that I start thinking about the return to home. It's when the holiday stops being pure holiday.
I've already been online to sort the shopping out for the evening that we arrive home.
I'm mentally going through the things we need to have sorted before school and work start again. It's not a very long list but I wish I'd sorted more out before now.
I had intended to keep an eye on work e-mails and I was for the first couple of days. Luckily I did some pre-holiday preparation to ensure my e-mail inbox could cope with the vacation onslaught. I picked up the 2,000 plus e-mails in the inbox and filed them all into an offline folder called "Pre holiday e-mails". Some of you are wondering how my e-mail could be so out of control.
Well it all started when I returned from a week away earlier in the year. I'd cleared down my inbox to make space for incoming e-mail missiles that would appear in my absence, but when I returned from the week away I couldn't send e-mails, or receive them. I was completely work-handicapped. I couldn't do anything and I didn't know which e-mails I hadn't been able to receive. I called the IT Helpdesk and once I'd got through the queue and spelled my surname using the phonetic alphabet and confirmed my desk location I explained I needed a bigger inbox capacity. It wasn't the first time I'd had this conversation so I knew they could fix this problem.
My argument went something like "I can't work under these conditions" and yes I think I probably used those exact words. I know that right now you're thinking that my working conditions are pretty cushty and you'd be right, they are, but everything is relative. I have the slowest laptop in the world, which nobody believes until they actually watch my machine change screen pixel by pixel, and to be hamstrung by a daft megabyte limit is just adding insult to injury. Anyway the rather bemused gentleman in Manila who was at the other end of the phone explained that I already had a substantial e-mail capacity. My retort probably used words like "multi-media", "large", "files", "part-time", "can't", "work", "under", "these" and "conditions". If he hadn't acquiesced to my request then I would probably have resorted to tears, not as some pathetic female manipulation but just because I would have been exhausted with the frustration of the whole situation. Waterworks were unnecessary though and I got what I wanted.
So my inbox doesn't need clearing to zero every week and regular deleting and filing of the stuff I get time to look at is normally enough. Every month I have a clearout of the oldest stuff and that gets me through. Holidays though are an additional strain, hence the extra preparation and hence the intent to manage things through the holiday.
It didn't last more than a couple of days so the stress of e-mail hell is starting to seep into my consciousness.
Obviously I'm doing my best to push work away so that I can continue to be in holiday mode but I know the end is nigh.