I got some incredibly craptastic news at work today. I mean, the kind that gives you an instant headache, causes you to wonder why you aren't living a nomadic life off where the wild things are instead of tethered to a cubicle, surfing the interwebs for vodka recipes.
Turns out, in the 11th hour of course, that management wasn't exactly crystal clear on this "mandatory paid time off by the end of September" situation, and as a result I've somehow scheduled TOO much time off (which considering I haven't had a vacation since April 2008, I find hard to believe, but the time management program calculator doesn't lie). My boss had asked us to send our time to her when we figured out which days we were taking; she revealed today she never even read them. She didn't count the hours. And now it is affecting some people.
So, I had to make a decision:
a. Take the full 12 days I scheduled, and accept starting the new year with a deficit of PTO.
b. Cut my scheduled time off by 6 days.
What do you think I did?!
When did I EVER save anything for later?!
As planned, my full 12 days off start this Thursday. Look out, I might be heading to a town near you. But first I've got to get my hands on a bottle of Absolut Boston.
Here's to living in the moment,