Salaried staff here get 6 paid holidays, and a minimum of 10 days vacation. I think I get 19 or 20 now. There's an additional 8-16 vacation hours as part of our holiday bonus, depending on how well the company is doing. And everyone gets 10 days of sick leave. Everything rolls over, and is paid out if you leave the company.

But a large portion of our staff is not salaried. I believe they get something that's a lot like dick.

I believe they get something that's a lot like dick.

Thrubbing?

Or goats.

I think there needs to be a band called "Goat Thrubber." Or a Disney movie called "Son of Thrubber."

Too much sharing.

I get 20 days of vacation plus 9 regular and 1 floating holiday a year. The problem is, only 15 days of vacation can be carried over past New Year's (well, extended to June 1 in 2006), overtime work earns comp time which counts toward the 15 day limit instead of actual money, and there's much gnashing of teeth and wringing of hands if I try to take even a single day off.

I'd be thrilled by the comp time setup if I weren't always overloaded to the point that regular days off I try to schedule get deep-sixed. But comp time only works as an incentive for extra work if they actually let you take the time off.

I think there's a song in here somewhere. "We used to bungle in the jungle, but now it's just thrubbery in the shrubbery.."

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Qu’est que c’est

Okay. So despite being on the verge of death, I've managed to tidy up, do a load of laundry, vacuum, sweep, swiffer, take out the trash, pay rent, and scour the tub.

Being a grownup verily does blow. I just felt sicker looking at the sloth I was living in, and now, although the cold remains, my life feels better. If that makes any sense.

Now to have a bowl of soup, take medicine, take a bath, put on my fresh jammies, and sleep the fuck out of this plague.