That's how I feel today. The weekends really need to be three - or preferably four - days long, these days.
Don't get me wrong. I'm still doing my job, and they tell me I'm good at it. I just don't really want to. Finding myself tired of having to care about all the recurring little things that make up others' problems, ya know?
Things are getting done. I just want to be ... somewhere else. And vacation's not for another six months.
Hmm. Gonna have to do something about that.