There is no faster week on the planet than the one where you’re on vacation.
I just returned from a week in Mexico, where the sun and sand and cold beverages were plentiful – yet the week itself was somehow less so. By day three I’d forgotten about work, which was nice. However, by day five I’d remembered it again, because by day six I needed to start worrying about all the stuff I’d pushed to the side of my desk saying “I’ll deal with that when I get back”. Needless to say day seven had some email browsing in it.
It ain’t fair, I tell you. It just ain’t fair.
I think holidays should come with a legislated buffer – a three day cushion either side of the five you book off, legislated by the government and enshrined as a right. Perhaps even added as commandment number 11: thou shalt relax properly on thy holiday using these glorious days we have surrounded it with. And while I’m at it, I believe we should all have email accounts that shut their doors tight while we’re on holiday, pushing back the message to the sender with a note that says “your email has NOT been delivered. Please contact person X when he’s back in the office on Octember the eleventeenth.”
Wouldn’t that be sweet?
Jeez. I need a holiday.