So Hard After A Holiday

It is sooo hard to do anything after a holiday weekend. So hard. The theory of "refreshed in body and spirit" hits a snag when both the body and the spirit find themselves back in the same old cubicle unchanged. Many around are decorating their cubes, shiny fake fir trees abound. Blue faux chlorophyll is apparently popular this year, as opposed to the traditional colors: green, red, plastic "snow" and tinfoil shiny. It is a desperate fight against reality, though. The cube is still the same little, cramped, unspiritual, un-turkey-filled place. "Complain not," the little voice says, "others are worse off" - and I see the IN Room where twenty some-odd desks sit in open space taking their tele-orders, the hubbub of their voices a gentle drone of persistent commercial existence "Happy Holidays How May I Help You?" The report is due Wednesday: Has the Veep returned from his vacation yet to receive it?