Vacationitis

I'm even more excited for Hawaii now. I checked into our flight a day in advance and found out United had upgraded our seats to first class. First. Class. The only sad thing about this is that my poor husband will be forced to sit for 6 hours next to his wife who will be most certainly hammered from free champagne.

Anyway.

I had to work all weekend because we had a "fire drill" at work (no, I'm not a fireman. I use the term as a metaphor). Only to find out that much like all our "fire drills", the day they're due one finds out that they're not quite as urgent as everyone thought they were. In fact, I've asked my creative director twice now if he'd like to review the "hot" work, only to be greeted with a negative head shake and an eye gaze aversion. As if I were the one who brought on the Panic Stations.

I don't like unnecessary drama. This might come as a surprise, as I seem to cause or bring about unnecessary drama all the time. But that's just bad habits. I grew up with unnecessary drama all over my home life, and learned to create it as a means of getting my way. The more annoyed / worn down the other person got from my dramatic antics, the more likely they were to give up their stance, if anything just to shut me up. I had to learn the hard way that most people in the world are actually less likely to bend to your whims if you make the situation more dramatic than it has to be.

I also learned that I actually dislike this drama. It makes me irritable and literally feels like an irritant within my joints. So I'm on a lifelong quest to eliminate this sort of behavior. Unfortunately, I have a creative director who scares about as easily as an over-raced greyhound. The slightest tap from marketing sends him into a package redesign frenzy that I'm left to manage and execute in an ungodly timeframe.

I need to find a way to redirect (or quell) his anxieties so we can get to the heart of the problems, solve them in a more efficient way, and prevent me from having to work all weekend when I should be spending my time packing and making / wrapping Christmas presents.

Or, maybe I just need to go to Hawaii for 10 days or so and mellow the fuck out. I'm going to try that first. Class, that is.