It has been so long since my last entry that I don’t even remember when it was. This means I am officially in Summer Hell. Most people look forward to the summer but not me. To me the summer is the start of something so horrible I don’t even like to think about it. Warm weather makes my blood go cold because this time of year is an absolute nightmare.
Now don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t always like this for me. As a kid I loved the summer as much as everyone else. Getting to play outside and run around with my friends. Splashing in the pool and playing manhunt at night with our neighbors. We had an idyllic childhood on Pitchpine Place . With our house included we had 3 houses in a row on both sides of the street filled with kids both my age and my brothers. It was a wonderful time in our lives and I never wanted the summers to end. That feeling continued through high school and college. Even my first job wasn’t so terrible. I worked on the North Shore in Wading River and my office overlooked the Long Island Sound. At lunch I could walk down a hundred stairs and hang out on the beach. It was as good as it could get for a 9 to 5 job.
In 2003 that all changed. I took the job I have now even though I was told I would never again enjoy my summer. Before I was even hired I was told we were not allowed to take any vacation days at all during the summer. Although disappointed I believed I could handle it because the extra money I would be making would be my motivation. That worked from September until May when I was dying to finally take some time off. That summer I was able to take a week off to go to my parent’s vacation house on Prince Edward Island , Canada . That was the last time we were there.
Fast forward to today when I want the summer to end before it even begins. We are so busy every single day and we have to deal with some pretty difficult people. Sometimes I just have to remind myself to breathe and to not let things get to me. It’s hard but it’s the only way to get through. The heat wave we are currently having only makes things worse because it seems to have the same effect of a full moon around here. All day yesterday, one by one, everyone in my office lost their shit at some point because of some rude asshole. Mondays already suck hard enough without dealing with that bullshit. I wish the weekdays away praying for the weekend and then I am so busy all weekend I don’t even get to relax and enjoy that.
“Summer time and the livings easy”…not so much.