I can’t decide if I’m hoping for another snow day tomorrow or not. We had a half a snow day on Monday, which was awesome because I had horrible cramps and really wanted to stay in bed and read a book. But it was snowing and we had to come in, but then they decided to close the college at 1 and I promptly went home and got in bed and watched The People’s Court and took a nap. And then we had a late start Tuesday so I got to sleep in a bit too. I feel like I’m way behind on my sleep. We’re supposed to have ice tonight so we’ll see what tomorrow brings. My ideal plan for tomorrow is another delayed start, because then I’ll get to sleep in, and when I get to work I just have to go to a luncheon and then work for a few hours in the afternoon and then go to a reception, which is my idea of a pretty sweet Friday.
I know I say it all the time in the winter, but this whole snow day thing is one reason why working in education kicks ass. Sure, I don’t make much money and my health insurance is insanely expensive and I don’t get summers off and I certainly don’t get bonuses and I sometimes have to work all 7 days of the week and/or work like 85 hours a week and I often have to work evenings and weekends, but damn it, if we’re closed for inclement weather I get to stay home. And there’s that whole free-week-off-at-Christmas thing, too. And the bazillion days of sick leave and vacation time I’m given. That’s pretty cool too, even if I’ve never in all the time I’ve worked here used all of my vacation days.
I was reading an Anderson Cooper article about vacationing the other day, and he made an excellent point:
I used to think the more successful I became, the more vacation time I could take.
Technically, that’s true, but the reality is the more responsibilities you have, the less time you take off. You have too much to lose.
Now, Anderson Cooper’s handsome, immaculately-groomed rung on the career ladder is certainly many hundreds of rungs above mine, but I have found his statement to be very true even as I’ve clawed my way up the rickety, neglected rungs of my own little ladder. I have more vacation days now that I’m a program director than I had when I started here over four years ago, and when I started here, I already had more vacation days than some people I know. And that’s really lucky. But I never seem to be able to use them all.
I always take a week in the summer to teach guard at one band camp or another, and this year I also took a week to move. Neither of those were really vacations, though. I mean, I traveled for one, but I worked my ass off for both weeks. And I tend to take days here and there as I’m able. But I still don’t use all my time, and I never really take an Actual Vacation.
One of the other single women in the office and I were discussing this not long ago, because she uses about as many vacation days as I do, and she’s like, “What am I going to do? Sit home and stare at the dog?” And that’s about what I’d do, too. It seems like the people who take Actual Vacations are the ones with families.
Somehow I don’t think Abby and Marco would dig a trip to the beach.
So then, if I were to take a vacation, who would I go with? My parents and sisters? I’m doubting it, because coordinating six schedules is an absolutely colossal undertaking, and then the last time we took a Family Vacation, we spent 90% of the time fighting about something. And I was only with them for three days of that week-long trip. My boyfriend? Oops, don’t have one. Random friends? Not likely. Most of my friends are far-flung and/or busier than I am, and for some reason I just don’t think we’d consider vacationing together.
Maybe I should try taking a trip by myself somewhere one summer. I hear that people do this, and I’m not afraid to go to the movies or to a restaurant by myself, so it might be okay. When I travel on business I tend to strike out on my own to explore the city or take pictures or whatever, and it usually turns out okay. I guess there’s no reason why I couldn’t pick a place and go there myself.
Have any of you had any experience vacationing solo? What was it like?