The thought of not having to go into the office is an absolutely delightful one, but knowing you have to be back in a couple of days is a daunting thought
A LOT of people are always saying – me included – that they will sell their souls for just a couple of days off work.
However, it isn’t always what you expect it to be … unless you are lucky enough to fall into the category of high earners where jetting off to Paris for the weekend is just something you do.
OK, so if you fall into the category of being able to set sail for some exotic island for a week to sip pina coladas on a white, sandy beach with crystal-clear water, then a week off is just great for you. I, sadly, don’t fall into this category either.
So, maybe you are in the category of being able to jet off to Margate for a week or hook a caravan for the West Coast; much to my horror, I don’t even fall into this group.
I don’t even fall into the lucky group that can spend one night at Riverton or Langleg. No, I think I’m really pushing it on that one – if I really wanted to, I suppose I could.
But, you sometimes find yourself in such a funk that you don’t really want to do anything.
That’s the position in which I happen to find myself.
Yes, the thought of not having to go into the office is an absolutely delightful one, but knowing you have to be back in a couple of days is a daunting thought.
So I thought I would just spend my few little days away from the office trying to do something productive in my little house.
Hmmm So how did that work out?
I can tell you, embarrassingly, it didn’t.
Now you must remember that my work week works differently to the average person. My work week runs from Sunday to Thursday. So technically my leave started on Sunday, but considering Friday is my off day, I counted that as my first day of vacation.
I had all these great plans. I was going to give my little abode a thorough cleaning and do my washing. Then Saturday I was going to do my ironing, so when Sunday rolled around and my first official day of leave started, I was looking forward to doing absolutely nothing. Well, not exactly nothing, but doing something that wouldn’t involve work in any way whatsoever.
So how did that work out?
Yet again, it didn’t. On Friday I ended up going into the office to fetch my phone charger and the day was ruined from then on.
On Saturday I did manage to do my washing before the rain came down. That is all I managed to do. Sunday I did the big clean up and managed to squeeze in some Hong Kong Sevens and some IPL.
Monday I thought, OK now my leave can start, but fate hadn’t dealt its blow yet and it thought it better get its shot in, and I had to deal with a flat tyre. I managed to get that sorted, and decided I would try and turn my own fate around and I managed to finish my ironing. Take that fate and karma and all the rest that goes with it!
However, karma is a bitch, and I ended up doing actual work on Tuesday. And today I’m working again
Now I’m working on my revenge for karma and fate – well I have four days left to plot and plan, but I’m guessing the two of them are going to have the last laugh on me because I’m heading straight back to the grindstone to work my butt off to be able to just get to (maybe) Bloemfontein for my next break.