That was the 1st week of August and without making any truly advanced plans it became a very busy week at home with friends visiting and those long awaited projects. This week could hardly be called a return to work as severely overlapping summer activities and hockey camps collided and I was called up for backup, under-16, taxi services. As a result I worked from home Monday and Wednesday after ferrying Sam to his hockey clinic. Tuesday was a busy day for work and I got called at 3:30am to help with some problems and then again at 7am for more problems. I ended up working from home that day too. So finally Thursday came and I made it into the office, on my wedding anniversary no less (love you babe). Having been home for nearly 2 weeks Bird was plenty fine with seeing me go.
I received something of a shock at work however. An email from HR pointed out that I was WAY over the maximum number of vacation hours that could be rolled from one year to the next. Apparently several of my coworkers were in a similar situation. Doing the math told me that I needed to burn 10+ days of vacation by the end of August or I would lose them. Um, that's practically the entire remainder of the month. So I pondered...
There are a few days I simply must go into work for certain commitments and I would die
I texted Bird while riding the bus home. I'll mention we agreed to skip gifts (even though I was bringing home flowers from the farmer's market).
I have a small gift for you.
What? You better not!
Um well. This isn't something I bought.
I'm in semi-retirement for the rest of August.
I have a lot of vacay to burn or I'll lose it.
Really?
Holy crap
It's been 16 years and I'm still not sure how to interpret that.
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