Stay-cation

I took this week off from work. I can't really say it's a 'vacation,' because 1) I am not going anywhere, and 2) I don't technically get vacation time in my current job capacity. I simply took the week off, receiving no pay, and I am staying around the house doing... nothing.

I guess I call it a "stay-cation" because I am taking a vacation from having to be at work. I could also call it a "mental health holiday," because it's an attempt to keep my sanity. I've tried taking a week off work the past few months and it just never materialized for one reason or another. Other than the hernia surgery, which wasn't very restful. This time I felt like I needed to do it or I feared what might happen if I kept trying to "tough it out."

And in case you're wondering: Yes, it will be costly. Not that I make a lot of money anyway (I don't), but making no money for a week, in addition to the added stress that brings - because I'm not making any money - I had to weigh the cost versus stress of not taking time off. It's not easy being me.

Of course Monday morning started off with 7 emails from my boss. I just ignored them, even though he is actually taking off the rest of this week and will be gone all next week - on actual vacation.

It also started off with my mom, sister, and one nephew here Sunday evening through noon Tuesday. That was another part of taking the time off now. I simply can't do things like that with my schedule, personally.

Anyway, even though there were a few things in the back of my mind that I wanted to get done while I had this time off, I've actually done a pretty good job of not doing anything. Part of me feels the time was wasted, but part of me also realizes this is simply who I am. Whether I actually had a mental breakdown a few years back or not, I am just not a mentally strong person. I need 'alone time' to function properly. And that's what I've been doing.

One thing I did hope to do this week was to start getting a little more serious about looking for another job. That hasn't happened. Yet. It may not. I don't know.

So, while trying to fight the temptation to freak out over the coronavirus chaos going on at the moment, and wondering if they will close my work down or not (I actually think the Y should close down, if all other public places are - what with all the shared sweat and close proximity and all...), I am just hanging out... alone.

I thought the pic of the cat on the couch a pretty good depiction of my week so far.

Peace out; and in.