2 weeks and 2 days of work left
July 31st, 2008… before I go on my leave. But who’s counting?
Don’t get me wrong — I like my work. I genuinely love working. As a matter of fact, I need to work! I’ve just never taken any time off before to just do “nothing”. There are always trips involved such that by the time you come home you need a vacation from the vacation. So for two potential blissful weeks I am looking forward to the possibility of sleeping in late (or as late as the cat will let me), watching day-time TV ’till my brain rots, working on some photo albums and making appointments without any regard for meetings and production deployments at work. I’m sure as I say this, mothers right now are smirking and shaking their heads thinking “You have no idea what you’re in for!”
At the same time, as refreshing as the thought of time off is, it’s a two edged sword: each day of work less is also one day closer to labor. 2 weeks of work? Sweet! 4 weeks before life changes as I know it? Scary!
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