home-coming

can it be that, on my second day back at work after a 2-week break, my blood pressure is already rising and i'm already getting frustrated?

that this cinderella was too late to catch her magical midnight carriage home and had to make do with a black cab instead. returning home, not steathily in the dark of the night, but just as the sky lightens, signalling the dawn of a new day, and birds sing joyously in welcome.

in other words, i've been shafted.

as my colleagues say: "welcome back!"