Mental Health Days

Oh boy. It was another week in the office. That means every f***ing day is a Monday. Monday Monday Monday Monday Friday. They are the worst. Monotonous Monday. Kill me. I hate it. I usually take the Monday off but I didn’t.

So the second Monday afternoon was a trip. I heard people I knew died. I heard a good old friend was basically terminal. I heard some good news in between. It was a rollercoaster of emotions. It was 10 days worth of bad news crammed into one. I felt like the s*** had been beaten out of me when I finally made it home. I mean, to find out someone close to you is probably not going to make it from a simple idle conversation in the office. Had no idea he was ill. He was fine Easter. A big chunk of my life this guy was an everyday part of. It hurt. It hurt Bekah. We don’t know his future but it’s not looking promising. Too f***ing young with too much to live for. We drank. It’s what he would have done.

I woke up on the 3rd Monday with no “want to”. I thought long and hard about taking off. It took little convincing that taking the day off for my own mental health was the way to go. The only way. Mental health days. We all need them. I’m lucky to have a boss that understands them. I don’t get pestered. I don’t have to lie and say I’m sick. I’m just f***ing burnt out and need to regain myself. Give me the day. I don’t think I’ve ever taken one in the middle of the week.

I stayed in bed with the dogs. I lounged around the house. Did a little casual shopping. Ran errands. Took Bekah some lunch. Did the yard. Had a late lunch and drinks in at an empty bar. It was relaxing in every way that I needed. My “want to” meter regained some hearts. I felt replenished come the 4 Monday. Mental health days should be an acceptable reason to take a little time off in all fields of employment. Sometimes you just need that time to yourself to find a little recharge. When life gets heavy what else can you do? Let it bury you? No thanks.

Side note: The conversation for the week. The campus softball team had themselves a game. The final play the umpire made a call the coach didn’t agree with. Arguments. They went on and on and on. You know how it is. Suddenly the umpire trotted off towards the dugouts. No one knew what was happening. Weird game. That’s when the team fled the dugouts and rushed into the field. People thought “WTF, a fight over the play?” Last call of the game. Nope. No. Just a mortifying moment in life for the umpire. One he will likely bring to the grave with shame. Apparently he had to take a s***. And s*** he did. He dropped his drawers & blasted 2 walls & destroyed the carpet. It had to be removed. Too much of a mess for our contracted cleaning company. I don’t k ow what those poor softball players saw. PTSD? I don’t k ow what that poor umpire did? Ask for rags? Will the contract him for the next game? Would he even want the gig? I wonder how many people know of his embarrassment. Hard times. Might be best to leave the state & change ones name. Poor b******. I know we all felt horrible for laughing at the story but jokes were made all week.