Our company holidays run from April to March. Being in the UK, we have an organised system for holiday days from work. Mine currently run at 25 days per year plus Bank Holidays.
Much has happened this year around work. There was a company restructure which took a few months for word to reach us individually on how we were impacted, if at all. During that period I looked for new roles, was successful in an internal role and an external role. I enjoy working here so opted for the role within the organisation. Then the training was scheduled and that will take a while because the job is in a completely new discipline and bears little to no relation to what I was doing before. If all goes well and if everything is signed off on to a permanent contract at the end of March, happy days!
During all this period, I’ve been banking days holiday because transitions and training take up one’s calendar.
Now I have 9 days to take before the end of March. It is currently nearly the end of January. That’s a huge quantity of days to take. Almost unprecedented among my peers.
What to do, what to do?
I could see if we have a few shekels left for a get away in the sun. I could schedule days out in the UK. I could schedule absolutely nothing and just sit in a chair in the conservatory and read books. I could visit friends. I could do house repairs and maintenance as the shed needs a new roof and the stairwell could do with a lick of paint.
9 days is 7 days too many to waste. I can mooch around for 2 days happily but after that I start to feel the guilt of a slothful life.
While all my “if wishes were kisses I’d sure be a floozy’s” dreams of what could be done are delightful to contemplate, I still need to be realistic a little and accept that this year I’ve cleared down £25,000 in legal and other expenses, bought a house, bought a car, put my kiddo through an expensive state school and seen her pass all her 16 year old exams, nearly lost my job, secured another job and I learned how to fix a wall which was missing bricks, renovated a home to go from vandalised to liveable, sourced some food storage and put up a curtain rail. That’s quite a heavy load for one year and not one that I’d wish on another person. Had fun though. How often can a person say they cleared £25K liability, bought a house and car, raised a kiddo and saw friends often – most frequently down the pub? Not many, I’d bet. Sometimes my wants outstrip my ables. At some point I have to accept that I shall remain dissatisfied, or shall have to learn some grace in dealing with this malarkey we call life.
So, 9 days. I have 9 days. 9 days to call my own. Now, deciding how to spend them, that’s the next challenge. What to do, what to do…..