In this life, I have learned to expect the bizarre. The tree falling on your car while you’re in it (the car, not the tree). A seven month jury stint. A house burning to the ground. Getting hit hard by a drunk driver. Getting checked out by Matt Damon. Getting pulled over by a horse.
I’m usually unfazed. Rolling with it. No matter what. But even I can admit, what happened Monday really threw me for a loop.
Because if I’m really honest, I don’t believe that some things could actually ever happen to me. Like winning the lottery. Knitting a sweater with Caroline Kennedy. Or having someone in HR approach me and tell me that I need to take vacation days.
But oddly enough, that last little item happened this week.
And I think this predicament is proof positive that something has shifted. In fact, it pretty much sums up how my life has radically changed over the last year.
Because not all that long ago, I NEVER had unusued vacation days. In fact, I would beg, borrow and steal vacation days. I was a whore for vacation days. (Figuratively speaking of course, Mom)
In fact, I was famous for spending my vacation days three years in advance. Let’s just say if vacation days were a credit card, I’d have lots of people in India calling me to let me know my next vacation payment was due. Because they were in short, they were sacred, they were spent, and when it came to them, I was like a two-year-old. They were MINE and I wanted more more more.
But now, I have a Hurricane. And with his help, I’ve overachieved in taking all the many sick days I’ve been accruing over the last years. But that said and on the other hand, I have so many vacation days I haven’t used that someone somewhere is getting uncomfortable and would like for me to take a few days off before the end of the year. And. I don’t even really know what that means. But I’m not one to argue.
I unexpectedly have the day off.
Along with childcare in place that I really can’t cancel.
It’s an embarrassment of riches. And, frankly, I’m not sure how to spend it. I’ve had this fantastic golden egg fall from the sky, and all of a sudden I don’t know if I want to scramble it, fry it, poach it, throw it, paint it, or just sit on it.
What would you do if you had an unexpected gift of time?
I honestly don’t know. Because somewhere along the way, I’ve become a person that A.) needs to be asked to take vacation B.) needs to be mandated to take vacation C.) could really only manage one day of vacation and oh my gosh D.) doesn’t know what to do with a day off.
I think that last paragraph needs more investigation.
But not now. Because now, I’ve got to go make an appointment for an afternoon I-have-the-day-off facial.