Christmas has been and gone. The new year has arrived. The parties have stopped, the chocolates eaten and were all #backtowork. Heres how to cope

The out of offices have been removed. Coffee is being drunk by the gallon. Colleagues have forgotten each others names, and its still weeks away from not being pitch black at the end of the working day. As many of us return to our day jobs after the festive period, here are some survival tips and hints.

Relearn all basic skills

Its a feeling familiar from returning to school after the summer holidays; the complete inability to grip a pen. The worrying fact that youve forgotten how to type on a full-sized keyboard. Remembering its not OK to wear slippers in meetings.

Returning to work this morning it took me about three minutes to work out how to alter the height of my chair after someone had borrowed it during my time out of the office. I clean couldnt remember. The only thing in my head at the moment is 14 pages worth of Radio Times listings.

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Its OK weve all forgotten how to do everything too. Photograph: Malte Mueller/Getty/fStop

Stop dreaming about career changes

I dont know about anyone else, but coming back to work after the Christmas and New Year period is always the time when far-fetched ideas about relocating to Tahiti and becoming a freelance dolphin trainer start to percolate.

I like my job, I am happy. But Ive already twice considered the idea of packing it all in and becoming rich off some niche but artisanal product that I would definitely be able to make despite having zero practical skills. So 2016 will be the year I make my fortune.

Im afraid the sooner we put these flights of fancy aside (along with the improbable target of twice-weekly gym sessions), the easier it will be to settle back into the working routine.

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New Year the time when far-fetched ideas about relocating to Tahiti and becoming a freelance dolphin trainer start to percolate. Photograph: Corbis

Be selective with Happy new year!

There should be an amnesty on Happy new year! greetings, and inquiries of how peoples festive seasons were spent at around mid-afternoon on the first day most people are back in the office.

Its not that you dont care, or that youre not glad to see colleagues again (most of them), but there are only so many times one can essentially have the same conversation before having to go to the office kitchen and take a quiet minute of refuge. All answers to the question How was Christmas and new year? will be the same. Christmas television, chocolate, family arguments. New year got way too drunk, waited two hours and 45 minutes for a taxi, woke up at 4pm on New Years day with a potential liver problem. Also: dont care about the resolutions youre about to break.

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Woke up on New Years day with a potential liver problem. Photograph: Wolfram Kastl/EPA

Sort out your email inbox

By which I mean: delete your unread emails. Those emails are old, gone. Those emails are literally from last year. Make like Elsa from Frozen, and let it go. Otherwise, by 4pm youll still be reading them and youll have had to do it all while being half asleep and Googling how to alter the height of office chairs.

Just accept that you will do no work

This morning I set my alarm for the first time in two weeks. (Well, I set 10 alarms, at a series of five-minute intervals.) I have spent all of that period eating, reading books (actual books! I never get a chance to read actual books any more!), watching BBC dramas and petting cats. Ive had no responsibilities and I havent had to use a significant amount of brainpower.

Everyone is knackered today, having trekked back to work under cover of the bleak winter darkness. Were all on Twitter or catching up on the news weve paid no attention to since before Christmas but now realise is super interesting (Im talking about Simon Danczuk, obviously), or amending all the times weve written 2015. Lets not be too hard on ourselves if we dont manage to close any deals/sign any treaties/train any dolphins today, or indeed, the entirety of this week.

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