Case of the Mondays

I have never dreaded going back to work as much as I do at this very moment. I am hoping and praying that I make it through the next 2 weeks without a total meltdown. I will not be able to access the Internet when I am bored. I have very few people that are "on my list" to call, and I will have my manager nagging me constantly. They say our busy season is starting, so hopefully that translates into busy phones. Then I will have something to occupy my time until I get to renegotiate my responsibilities at work. Maybe if that works out I will have something going smoothly in my life, and that may allow other areas to fall into place. The thing is, I still have this mental picture of myself in my own office with my business partner (and the customary small dog every designer totes along) happily working on my own fashion line. It is fun, and frantic, and fantastic all at the same time. Really, that is what I want my life to be. I understand that if I am patient, it will come to me. Until then, I have to worry about riding this job out for as long as I can learn something about running a successful fashion business (my boss also started on his dining room table 25 years ago). Hopefully I can find a way to look forward to going to work until I get my new position. Once that happens, I know I will be excited about what I'm doing. Patience, however, was never my strong suit.