Next week I will be going on vacation. I'm not even sure I believe it. I cannot recall the last time I took vacation hours with the intention of doing something relaxing.
The last few times, have all centered around my daughters. I took off time for both of their births and then for my eldest heart surgery. As you can imagine this was not what I would call, 'vacation' time.
In addition we used to go camping every year. It's no family secret that I'm not the big outdoors man type. I picked sitting inside, staring at a computer for 40 hours a week as my vocation. Clearly I'm a fan of electricity, regulated temperatures, comfortable seating and indoor plumbing. These items are hard to find in the wilds of "Mt. Lot-a-dust Mosquito" campgrounds.
The other point is simply, that I never stay in one place long enough to take vacation time. I have been employed here now for 2 and 1/2 years. For me, that is a new record. The longest I had ever stayed in one job before was about 2 years, and the shortest was under 6 weeks.
Food service I didn't get along:
"Peter, as a waiter, you need to make the customers happy."
"But I hate the customers!. They never know what they want, they ask me for things that aren't on the menu, and then leave me a rotten tip because the kitchen is out of fresh fruit!"
"That what happens when you work with people for a living. They aren't like computers, you know."
"An excellent point."
So imagine my surprise when I looked at my last time sheet and I had over a hundred hours of vacation time in the hopper. I decided it was time to use it!
So next week Patricia and I will be vacationing it up. Following through on whatever bizarre notion occurs to us.
"Want to drive to Mountain View and have lunch?"
Living it up for a week. For no other reason then the best one of all. Because we can!