I normally take leave during December, but this year circumstances have conspired to keep me at work right up to the Christmas weekend. I think I’m going to try and do this every year from now on, because it’s been fantastic. Seriously. For the past week or two, the roads have been virtually traffic-free when I leave for work. This makes a refreshing change from the usual early-morning experience, which is a bit like trying to suck peanut butter through a hosepipe with your jaw wired shut. I would never have believed that it was even possible to arrive at the office without the residual stress of the commute knotting my shoulders into a fleshy pretzel.
But it gets better – all the annoying cretins I normally have to deal with on a daily basis are on holiday. I can actually get some real work done without being interrupted or having to quell the urge to bury a blunt instrument in someone’s thick skull. For the first time in absolute ages, I find myself (gasp!) motivated.
I even look different. Lately, quite a few people have mentioned it. I’ve made some discreet enquiries and according to a body-language expert I found in the Yellow Pages, this unusual condition is apparently known as ‘smiling’.