“Summertime Blues”

Sorry it’s been a few days. Guess I caught a little of the Melancholy that’s been going around. I thought I’d talk about where my particular calendar influenced depression comes from. Now I know plenty of people who don’t do winter. It’s cold, there is no sun, and it’s dark. They see less of their friends because no one wants to go out in the weather. Other people dislike autumn for the death it represents, or spring because squirrels are getting more action than they are. But I have an issue with summer.

Not that I blame summer, I love it! My best memories are summer. Biking with friends until we got lost in the woods; Scout camp, white water rafting, reading the schools reading list the first week so I was free to read my stuff all summer long.

I think you can see where my depression kicks in. Currently I am sitting at a desk, in a cubicle, facing away from a window. We have turned all the lights off to save energy (???!!!) and all I want to do is stand up and walk outside. I hate those people who blame there issues on everyone else, but seriously, the first 21 years of my life I don’t have to work during the summer. Then suddenly they change the rules on you. Who thought of this idea?!

Now my Mom was always one to keep us busy. We did book reports and math sheets and spelling all summer long. But it was still summer. Now summer is just the period of time where I sweat heavily on the way home because the Metro car does not have A/C again.

I want summer break. I’m going to have to go back to school so that I can be a teacher so that I can have summer break. I’m actually smiling at my desk for the first time this week all because I’m thinking of not being here. What un-named jackass decided to tease me all through my formative years with the idea that hard work gets rewarded with a break? At my job, as soon as I finish a project, I have to hurry and get to work on the one I was supposed to have started the week before!

Alright, enough moaning. What is summer at work if not the best most important place of all to do mischief? Time to go make someone smile. Even if I have to make someone else cry. Heeheehee!