50 days!!! Dang, sumi! I'm almost up to 3 weeks and that seems huge. I wish I could take that in one big chunk. I wouldn't know what to do with myself.
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I get no time off for Xmas -- taking my laptop with me.
When I worked for the City there were people who'd been there forever and had tons of leave time. And they'd get 2-4 weeks vacation (depending on how long they'd been there) they'd have to take because they were over the limit for the roll over vacation.
Then there were others who took their days as fast as they earned them and never had anything on the books.
We can only roll over 40 hours of PTO to the next year and we're not allowed to take more than one week off at a time, so I space out vacations. The end of the year is always full of people burning off their extra PTO.
My boss literally took 2 months vacation at the end of the year this year. Because she's been there almost 30 years, she has more vacation time than God. But taking 2 months off, straight, has FUCKED us on actual work. Without her to edit, we have fallen so far behind it's not even funny. And incompetent!boss just scratches his head and wonders how we fell behind and keeps telling us we "need to find ways to catch up." Well, maybe if people didn't take TWO MONTHS OFF we wouldn't fall behind!
We max out at 431 hours. That is two years accumulation at the max rate which you hit after 10 years with the company. After tomorrow, I'm trying to work as little as possible through to January 2nd.
I get no time off for Xmas -- taking my laptop with me.
Whereas I can take off all the time I want, I just don't get paid. Which was fine when I was 23 with no pets and dirt cheap rent, but sucks now. #missingtheofficejob
Wow, I am all Marvin all the time. But hey, my p-doc approved me increasing my Zoloft, so yay.
I've got this pain in the diodes all down my left side...
I'm having problems with seasonal spirit. all I have is ennui. I'm even thinking about bailing on my friend's and family parties this weekend.
I blame my cold.
M is getting here tonight, which YAY!
I, however, have to pick him and his mom up at the airport at 11:45 pm. BOO! I am WIPED.
But her flight leaves at 6:35 am tomorrow, so D gets to take her, since he's up at the buttcrack of dawn anyway. So I imagine D will get up for a few moments to say hello, and then we will all crash like crashing things.
On the good side, my housecleaning as a good start for New Year's!
11 pm, get here soooooon please...
The walking company had a holiday party today. Normally, I'm not much into such things, and I'm having some struggles emotionally at the mo, but it was actually quite nice.
My friend G and I had the greatest time finding the perfect gifts for each other.
She got me my favorite 'butter' olive oil. It is the absolutely bomb. BUT, she added some crazy salt...one called "amazing unicorn". Can't wait to try that one.
She thought to buy me special salt because I mentioned a long time ago that I sometimes grind salt and just eat it straight.
In turn, I remembered her saying that her big once a year treat to herself is a bag of Moose Munch that she eats all by herself.
I found a Harry and David scented candle in Moose Munch flavor. She can have a sensory hit all year long, with no calories. It's huge, and in a thick glass container she can reuse.
She was _thrilled_.
So nice.