At 9:00am today (yesterday, by now, I suppose), it occurred to me that I have 1 day of Paid Time Off left and Thursday is the last work day of the year (We have off on New Year’s Eve). If left unused, this PTO day would roll over into another bank of paid time off, called PTO 2. PTO 2 can be used after an absence of 3 or more days, if you have a doctor’s note.
I’m not planning on having surgery again next year, so it would basically be a wasted vacation day.
At 9:01am on 12/29/2010 I made a life decision. I asked my boss if I could take Thursday off and see her next year. Do you know what happened? She said yes.
Immediately a wave of joy came over me. Why? I have no idea. It is just a day off. What am I going to do with it? Nothing. Not a damn thing. I’m going to sleep in and watch TV on my computer. Maybe I’ll go out for lunch. Maybe I’ll go for a bike ride. Maybe I’ll put a new battery in the smoke alarm so it stops making that sound every 20 seconds. I don’t know. I have a day. An entire day just for me. I’m not taking off to go see friends or family or because I’m recovering from surgery. I’m taking off because I feel like it.
I walked on clouds the rest of the day. Big smile on my face. I got all my work done. I made all my visits. And I had a really great day at work. And tomorrow, I have a day off. I still can’t get this through my head that I am not going to work tomorrow. It seems unreal. This feeling is a little ridiculous. It’s just a day off. And, somehow, that day off is magical.
I have never been so excited for a day off before.