Place Yer Bets!
It's the two minute warning!
I'm taking off Monday through Wednesday of next week. I'm sure tomorrow, as the realization that I won't be there for (gasp!) three whole slow-ass days means they'll pile crap on me.
But I'm taking bets on how many phone calls I will get in those three days. Because if history means anything -- 9 weeks off for maternity and a phone call every other week and this past September when I was honest to god puking-carrots sick -- I get phone calls no matter what.
Here's the deal. I'm not an attorney. I didn't go to a bajillion years of law school and go a bajillion dollars in debt to make an attorney's salary and have the caveat that comes with that salary--being on call 24/7 to the whims of your superiors/clients.
I'm a secretary.
Bah. I just want to take a day off and enjoy it!
I've got 8 days left to take this year. Three will be next week, and I'm taking two in December. I'm going to lose 3 vacation days and 4 sick days come December 31.
But for all the bellyaching I do--it's not so bad. I'll come back on Monday the 29th and remember why I don't take vacation days more often!
I will enjoy three delightful days off with no men around. Oh men, I'm constantly surrounded by men. I've got plans to sew, knit, visit, Xmas shop, and do some pre-game Thanksgiving cooking.
Ahhhhhhh! I can't wait!