It was recently brought to my attention that I have 199 hours of vacation time. 199. Hours. That comes to just shy of 25 days. If I add in my 70 hours of sick time then I could be off of work for a month. I never have any where to go and for the most part, am annoyingly healthy. So there you have it – 269 hours just sitting there not getting any younger or prettier.
So I’m more or less forced to take some time off. God knows I don’t have the money to go anywhere, so staycation it is. You’ve heard of a staycation right? If I tell you that I’m going to be sleeping in for a week and watching Law and Order for Hours at a time then it sounds pretty pathetic… but staycation? Ah, how refreshing! It sort of suggests that I’ll be getting spa treatments and supervising construction on the addition to the house.
I am a little bit skittish about taking this time off; If I didn’t have a job to check into on a regular basis then my days would center around pudding and porn. I’m exaggerating, but only slightly. Work keeps my off the streets, as my mother would put it, and I tend to get nervous when I have too much time to myself because eventually… well. Pudding and porn would actually be a best case scenario.
So I have a week off coming up and it’s nice to think about getting a break but to be perfectly honest my job isn’t that stressful. I file, send emails, try and keep things organized and occasionally answer the phone. The most stressful part of my day revolves around trying to minimize my Facebook page when my boss sidles up beside me. (and if you are about to tell me how ridiculous it looks when I do that and I am fooling no one – I KNOW.) If anything I may harbor even more stress while I am gone thinking about what people are finding that I may have fucked up and hastily hid, then forgot about.
My plans? I have doctor’s appointments and DMV appointments and basically running around behind myself and trying to clean up these messes that I’ve made. Trying to get my life together and be a real, honest-to-goodness grownup so that maybe some day I can do something with my vacation hours and actually go somewhere nice.
