Last week, i noticed something, i had 352 hours of accumulated vacation. Yes, that is a lot. About 8.8 weeks total (not including the additional floating day i have).
So i'm taking this week "off".
Kindof.
See, i'm still going to be in San Jose. i'm still going to try to finish up a bunch of projects i've got on my list. In fact, about the only difference between this "vacation" and my normal work is where i'll be sitting during it. Granted, i do get to work in shorts and maybe set up the recliner under the tree out back with my laptop, but that's probably about it.
This vacation is just for accounting purposes only. i'm burning a few days so that i'm no longer maxed out and i don't get bothered about being maxed out.
Granted, i really, honestly, do love what i do. Give me the choice of working with a dynamic, smart group of folks building clever, cool things and sitting around somewhere doing nothing and being bored, and guess which one i'll pick every single time.
i figure eventually i'll do a real vacation that may not actually involve me doing something. i did that a while ago.
Just not this week.
(Stupid accounting)
Oh come on, at the very least take a month off and take your lovely wife on an around the world cruise.
Very early in our marriage, I decided to be a romantic and take my darling bride out for a night of fine dining aboard a dinner cruise of the Potomac. We had a table, near the back, with a panoramic view of DC from the river. It lasted about three hours as we dined on food we ordered a month in advance.
Three hours of sitting in the back of a dinner boat, listening to a mix of Lionel Ritchie and the Commodores while eating stuff we weren't really hungry for and smelling a mix of diesel and rotting river muck.
It was about that point we decided to never venture foot on a cruise ship, or anything we couldn't venture off of for any period of time. That and we torment each other by occasionally singing Lionel Ritchie lyrics at each other.
I'd take her on a cruise, but I actually really like my wife.
Oh and Callous? Yeah, I'm damn lucky, but then, it's something I also kinda plotted from pretty early on.
Ultimately, you gotta ask, what can you do that you love and can get paid for?
For me it was this or monkey delouser.
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Curse you and your job that you love. Why can't you slog on in misery and not draw our attention to our own slogging on in misery?