Returning to work after travelling for a while is akin to an after trip to hell.
Ok we miss out the ferry ride across the river Styx. The Ferryman has taken a quick left turn at the photo copier , bypassed the tea room & dumps you straight to the 'IN' tray. The sound of soon to be dead companions ringing in your ears.
Either by Divine design , timing or just because it amuses my colleagues the 'IN' tray is buried.
Imagine a modern day Pompeii, a pyroclastic paper flow & only a few less buried bodies.
It appears that a holiday is now an excuse to be opportunistic & offload awkward work onto those not present to defend them selves.
My state crashed from relaxed, calm to frantic gibbering, mixed with periods of numbness & involuntary drooling all within the space of a few days as I pick up the pieces of delegated tasks ignored, schemes unchecked & new projects slipped slyly in to my domain.
Well, I have a long & particularly vicious memory , & these things do work both ways.
....of course this is my excuse for not drawing much at the moment.