I really didn't want to write this article. If that doesn’t tell you about the current frame of my mind, I don’t know what will.
It’s that time of year when Decemberitis is all too real and the only things our minds are capable of doing is counting down the days until we can finally go on leave.
Of course, we write about November and Decemberitis with a fair share of amusement, because humour is a fantastic way to cope when all you feel like doing is stabbing things (and people) with the pen on your desk, but the truth is that we all need a break from work.
Some people are such extreme workaholics, that they don’t know they need a break until it’s too late.