I Hate My 9 to 5

My boss has been out for the past three weeks on vacation. During this time: I have been able to complete all of my work each day; I have learned more from ferreting out information from other staff than I have ever learned from my boss; I'm not waking up at 2 am (and staying awake) to stress about all the crap she dumps on me; I've been able to eat lunch (still eating at my desk although I did have a couple of lunches out of the office) without getting indigestion; I'm drinking less at night to forget about the day; I'm smoking less; I actually feel good when I leave work each night. All in all, my boss's absence has improved my health. Thinking of her impending return on Thursday is reminiscent of the scenes in Bram Stoker's Dracula when the train is blurting through that blood-red landscape towards impending doom. (She's returning to suck the life out of me!) Luckily, my weeklong "staycation" begins next week so I'll only have to cope with her for two days before I get a reprieve. Sad thing is I'll have to listen to her stories of her fabulous Hawaii vacation for two days. If only her plane would crash like Oceanic Flight 815!