My wife and I resumed work today after a mini-vacation. We took off Thursday and Friday of last week and used the US Monday quasi-holiday (Washington's birthday, aka "Presidents Day") to make a nice long five-day weekend. We used the opportunity to go out into the mountains and be away from other people as much as possible. It was great.
Fortunately both of our employers offer paid vacation. Although I can't find it at the moment, I believe their stated motivation for doing so is to allow employees an opportunity for refreshment and renewal, so that we can come back to work ready to dive back into the job with sharpened focus and an enthusiasm to produce at optimum efficiency.
There's a catch, though. Vacations have the opposite effect on me. Every time I go on vacation, the last thing I feel like doing is going back to work. Ever. And the longer my vacation lasts, the less my enthusiasm is for getting back on the job.
I don't think this is a reflection on my job in particular, or my employer in general. I think it's more of an attribute of my personality. I've felt this way as long as I can remember.
The worst time of the week is late Sunday afternoon and evening. Even though it's still technically the weekend, in the back of your mind you know that Responsibilities lurk just around the corner. That makes it hard to enjoy what should be glorious free time.
The worst day of vacation is always the last one, for the same reason.
The worst time of the year as a kid was the last few days before school (even worse than the first few days back at school).
Of course, not everyone feels the same way. I remember during my own school-age years that some of my friends would actually claim they were looking forward to the start of school. Because summer was getting boring, they said. There wasn't enough to do, they said. I always looked at these friends with a combination of astonishment and scorn. How dare you have the audacity to take your freedom for granted. You must be batshit insane.
I have relatives who have told me straight-faced that they have no plans to retire, ever. What would they do with all of that free time? It would be too boring, they say.
Some company (I forget which one) even went so far as to make TV commercials a few years back with the slogan "Thank God it's Monday". Are there people who actually feel this way?
I have to admit, I am jealous of people who find passion and purpose in their jobs -- people who actually call their jobs "careers". For me, I can't imagine finding anything I enjoy enough that I'd happily work on it 40 hours per week for years on end and not resent the lost opportunity to dabble in life's other pursuits.
At all times, I
can easily come up with approximately eight billion things I would
rather be doing instead of paid work. Throughout my life I've always had
to overcome this urge to do Other Interesting Things and instead focus
on whatever my overseers dictated that I do -- homework, projects,
assignments, and the like. So far I've been able to produce just enough
output to keep my superiors happy. I hope I can keep this up for a few
more years until the savings and investments allow me to transition to a