Today I am celebrating the second annual "I stopped accruing vacation time vacation day." Actually, a quick check of my archives shows that the last time this happened it was in October of 2005, so I guess it is more in the nature of a biennial holiday. I would like to state for the record that I am not some sort of crazy workaholic. I've been with my company eight years now, so I get a bunch of vacation time. When I first started working there I had a lot of debt and no money, which meant I didn't take a lot of time off because I couldn't afford to go anywhere. Thankfully I paid off the debts and I make more money now, so that's no longer the issue. Then I was hoarding vacation days because I thought I was going to get pregnant (ha!) and would need the time for my maternity leave, what with American maternity benefits being as craptacularly miniscule as they are. Clearly that's a need that hasn't come up yet. I am taking a proper vacation this year when we go to England, and then I have my 15 year college reunion, and I'd like to get out to Portland to see my brother, so I will be taking time off . It's just that all of that stuff is happening later this year.
This enforced day off actually turned out to be very well timed. I've had a weird week, and I'm tired and I feel like I'm coming down with a cold. I already celebrated by sleeping in until 7:20 this morning (occasionally surfacing long enough to say "No, Seamus we're not getting up yet") and having a leisurely breakfast of slow cook oatmeal with chocolate chips stirred in at the end. I know - I'm a wild woman. I'm probably also going to make a couple of doctor's appointments, book a time to get my hair cut, and look in to travel insurance for that trip to England. Later, I'm considering a trip to Target. And maybe taking a nap.
Whatever you do today, I hope you have a lovely Friday.
