Eight Months....Two Days
I had a stunning realization today.
In the last eight months, excluding Memorial Day and the Fourth of July (we didn't do bank holidays), I've had two -- 2 -- days off.
Aha.
Suppose I'd do well to Go With The Flow*.
What a great song...it's perfect going along with the reading from Shameless on ego...we're all guilty of trying to "...stand like a rock on the sands of time."
Live, love and let live.
(by Sam Bush, from *Howlin' At The Moon)
posted by Mando Mama @ 9:14 PM
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Same with me. Other than holidays, I haven't taken a vacation since Christmas. I keep trying to get something scheduled but I keep being busy at work with either new cases or old ones heating up. It's not so much that I think I'm indispensible as it is that I worry that someone else will muck things up in my absence. But I really need a week off. Really.
Hey Doc. I know how that goes. Maybe there is someone you can kind of mentor along as your number two or with whom you can team up so that you can spell each other. Must be a way.
I freely admit this is mostly my own doing, but my work environment is not like most. First, there were essentially five of us across three companies when summer started. Given that it’s a family run business, two are in one family. One principal broke her leg, so that meant both principals were out of the office a lot for about a month, leaving me essentially the point person on all the searches. A second member of our team was diagnosed with breast cancer a week after the broken leg happened. A third person had planned a two-week trip to China in the middle of June to see her family long before all this other stuff happened. In the middle of all this my boss and I were “aquired” by a Big 5 recruiting firm so there’s been an entire new layer to grapple with and over which I had no choice (and found out about literally as I was in the security line for the plane trip for the first of the two days off). None of these things were anyone’s fault. Were they my responsibility? No, but having a job is, and to keep it we had to keep the doors open, and a lot of that fell to me by default. While we were in the thick of it, none of us really had vacation on our minds, we were just keeping the trains running. Now of course I think we're all burning out. On the other hand, some of this also is testimony to the fact that most of the time, I really do love my job. But for that to continue to be the case, I know I'm going to have to get myself out of there more often. To that end I'm taking most of Thursday off to hang with the kids after their MD appointment. Not a big vacation but at least a little break and time with them.
I went a couple of years with no days off at all, and not excluding holidays, I worked on all those too, also every weekend, also worked sick. Had to. 50-60 hours a week. All my own doing, no sympathy came my way, and none deserved. Add some very ill kitty-cats to that mix, just to top it off with worry and sleeplessness.
No wonder I got burned out and nearly lost everything! I've been slowed down for 6 months and still can't get back in the swing.
Even with that, there will be no vacations on the horizon, even though I do take a day off here and there now (or sometimes only work an hour on my "day off")
Hey MM, come on over and check out the MiLkDrive post! Good sounds. (also more work for me... mostly for barter... here I go again with another labor of love)
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