Brendan O'Connor: Why I hate coming back from holidays
Is there anything worse than the week when you come back from holidays? You go off and get a little glimpse of that tent of blue we prisoners call the sky, and then suddenly you're back in the box wondering how you ended up here. People say you would go potty if you didn't have a job and that you'd get bored very quickly. I am convinced I am the exception to that rule.
So you come home and you struggle through the most basic of tasks and every single little thing stresses you out and every email seems like another person pulling off you and annoying you, and they never seem to stop.
And the world seems to conspire against you as well. VAT, car tax, VHI, dental bills. One or two a day.