I'm despondent. I won't clean out my coffee cup, put the sheets on my bed, or throw away the take-away cartons. I'm a significant partner in creating a hostile work environment, and bursting with narcotics, I'm the first one to walk out on meetings and conference calls without a formal dismisal. I return...hmmmm about half my voicemails. It has occured to me that when people take the time and effort to call up and leave a voicemail, it deserves the courtesey of a call back, but I don't care. I'd rather go home and crawl up into a fetal position or shoot puppies with bb guns and eat raw beef.
I wait. All of our vacation time is frozen.