Toes in the Water

Yes, you heard me singing a little Kenny.... I want to be no where else but the beach. Sweet, calm, ocean waves, beach. Sandy butt, toes, hands, legs, ears, beach. Book in hand, lathered in sunscreen, getting a tan beach. (you think I like the beach?). But no, alas  I am here.. at work... looking at the pile of to-dos and projects that need to be finished, oh yesterday. And to top it all off, I am feeling less than stellar. (as in sore throat, swollen glands, completely exhausted sick).

I have looked at places to go. I have dreamed of Mexico, Florida, the Caribbean... and then I come back to reality, that I am a civil lawyer, and an associate at that. No earned vacation, sick or PTO time. Just me, the computer and billable hours. I hate Wednesday when that little piece of paper shows up in my box and tells me how many hours I have billed... I cringe... How can one piece of paper make you feel that unmotivated?

I am then reminded that the week before I stared in space for 4.3 hours, yapped with coworkers for 3.2 hours, went to the bathroom for about 1.1 hours, and actually napped at my desk for 1.2 hours. Add that up and I am failing (at least in my mind).

I just need out. I need to be somewhere that no one walks in the door and asks you to write this, research that or draft this. Where someone waits on me, and fluffs my pillow. Where the only reading I do is of the trashy romance persuasion. Yes, I need the beach.

My skin is so pale I make Casper look tan. I started using tinted lotion just to cut the glare and was totally called out on it when Mr. Kent said, ummm did you go tan? I was like ummm, errr, no, totally lotion, thanks for pointing out my obvious lack of color. This lack of tan makes my brightened blonde locks look less than perfect with my skin tone, and no amount of bronzer can give me the hint of summer glow.

So, if someone would kindly book me a trip, make all the plans and send me the itinerary I'm game. Well, only of you can find a heck of deal where I am not out of the office too long as to feel guilty and lose too many billables and a place where I can get Internet, cause duh you know I will work some... yes I know I have a problem, which is why I NEED THE BEACH!