Sir, yes sir!

Since mid-January, I've managed to drag myself through four public relations courses, two marketing classes, and two intense English summer sessions - in poetry no less! Add to that, the inevitable job search that really takes the fun out of a graduating year, two volunteer initiatives, and trying to resuscitate a social life, and you've got a seven-month blur of activity. I handled the majority of the pressure quite well despite a paper-filled weekend or two that probably took a few years off my life.

That having been said, today is officially my second full day of vacation and I can honestly say that the first one was more than enough. By the afternoon, I was pacing around my house like a lost puppy waiting for someone - ANYONE - to come home and play. I had no classes to work on, no pressing plans to draft for Play in a Day, and no upcoming events on my All Rights Reserved plate. It would seem that seven months of nonstop has created a monster. I may just be a workaholic in training. That, or I'm simply allergic to downtime. Either way, this week is not going to be pretty.

On the plus side, I've heard a rumor that free time is good for the blogger's soul so maybe I'll be able to breathe some life back into this ole thing again. Also, I do have some rather exciting news. Within 24-hours of finishing my last class at MSVU, I received two job offers which, let me tell you, is a wonderful reward for years of toil that only fellow PR students can understand. By the end of this week, the papers will be signed and I will officially be a Regional Communications Officer. Yes, you heard me right: OFFICER! I am no longer an assistant! I plan to take the GoC by storm and insist everyone call me 'Sir!' and drop and give me 20 every time I get bored.

Bring on the afterwork cocktails!