There are those who take the attitude “I get X days of vacation a year. I will take them all in a lump during an important segment of time. Summer, say. During the Holiday Season, say.” Others say stuff like “I’ll make this weekend a 3-day weekend, I’ll make that one a 4-day weekend… I’ll spread my vacation days out along the year and use them like that.”
I’m one of those guys who says “Vacation is, effectively, additional severance. I will hoard it and, when I am told I will lose some of it, I will reluctantly take no more than the necessary days off to keep my vacation at the brim.”
Occasionally, this results in Maribou telling me “You’re driving me nuts. Take a 3 day weekend. Yeesh.”
So I have Friday off. I will spend it at the mechanic’s, getting the oil rotated and the tires changed or something like that. (I’m not a car guy.)
When that’s done, I’ll have a handful of errands to run, chores to chore, and other varied and sundry obligations to meet. (Apparently, there’s a 5 O’clock Meeting here. Some insight into my life and tastes: I won a week’s worth of free beer at the trivia tavern last week. Beers consumed between Maribou and I during that week: Diddly Squat.)
After that, however, the weekend proper begins and I am pleased to say that we don’t have anything to do! Well, except stuff. More errands, more chores. Plus we’re taking Mother Bird out for Lunch on Saturday. It’s the least we can do. Other than that, though, this weekend is dedicated to me getting just enough R&R to no longer drive Maribou nuts. (Maribou, reading over my shoulder, points out that “WE” might not have a lot of stuff to do but “SHE” sure as heck does. Her workplace’s school year is over on Wednesday, you see. She has nearly gradumacated students coming out of her ears.)
I, on the other hand, am looking forward to a somewhat less chaotic 3-day weekend. I might even get enough R&R to drive Maribou less crazy. Maybe.
So… what’s on your docket?