I never had paid vacation until I started working for my current company. I never knew what I was missing. Phew.
Paid vacation days are my friend.
When I’m sitting on the beach, I can’t help but think, I’M GETTING PAID FOR THIS. And then I put on MORE sunscreen.
So I didn’t get to sit on the beach yesterday, but I took a paid day off. Yes, that’s right. I was paid to:
- Sleep in
- Spend hours at the salon getting my hair shampooed, conditioned, conditioned*, cut, colored, styled, and of course, spending my therapy Thursday with Lynnie
- Eat lunch at KFC… mmm, colories and deep fried chicken
- Wander and make purchases at Ikea,
- Think about Homework,
- Catch up on TV,
- And drive around town listening to books on tape.
What an excessively exciting personal day, right? It was nice to be paid NOT to work. Hooray for corporate America’s benefits.
I returned to work this morning, after only ONE day off, to 132 unread emails in my inbox. WHAT? So when I take an entire week off in July for the family vacation, how many emails will I come back to? Taking bets now…
*There was lots of conditioning going on yesterday, but none of it was related to cardio.