It’s early Saturday morning, which means my vacation is rapidly coming to a close. By this time tomorrow I will be tucked into my bed, snuggled under the covers and anticipating (or dreading) going back to work. I’ve purposefully stayed away from my place of employment so as not to interrupt the flow of work (hopefully) happening in my absence. I expect things haven’t been going completely hunky-dory. Certainly they didn’t the last time I went on vacation, and despite my best efforts to be sure my relief had all the tools he needed to get the work done, I expect it’s going to be a wreck when I go back on Sunday.
Needless to say, I haven’t missed being at work all that much. I do get four weeks of vacation per year and as I’ve said many (many!) times, I’d be content taking two weeks of vacation and just getting paid for the other two weeks. But my employer prefers that their employees take all of their alloted vacation. Basically ‘Use it or lose it‘. So I use it.
This week has not been so much sitting on my ponderous butt, watching TV. It just so happened that my wife and I had scheduled four medical appointments, and we were on the go for most of the days that I was off. Monday and Wednesday were the only exceptions, but Wednesday was gobbled up by an emergency dental appointment due to the fact that my wife slightly broke one of her teeth. So that needed to be attended to. And was.
Even though I spent some time helping a friend furnish her new apartment, I didn’t necessarily neglect my own domicile. I ordered 4 large plastic storage boxes from Amazon (actually probably larger than I needed) and have been sorting through some things that I haven’t had use of in several years, that need to be secreted away before something nefarious happens to them. I have to say I’d be pretty devastated if something did happen to them, and certainly I wouldn’t forgive myself easily. If at all. Once I have that attended to, I think I’ll breathe a sigh of relief. That’s been a long time in coming to get accomplished. At least when I have need of them again, I’ll know where they are. I hope.
Anyway, it’s back to work tomorrow. Only one more week of vacation to take for this fiscal year, then I’ll get another four weeks to agonize over on April 11. Never ends, does it?