Tomorrow, at 5:00pm (or a few minutes earlier, if I can get away with it), I will clock out of work, drive like a bat out of hell to get home, sling my bags in a friend's car, ride to the train station...and hop on the last train out of town for Santa Barbara!
FOR SIX WHOLE DAYS
Note: the only time I've EVER taken vacations that long were to see my family at Christmas. I have NEVER taken a "me" vacation that long.
I'm taking the train (I LOVE riding the train, and this is the Pacific Surfliner) to stay with my friend in Santa Barbara--we plan to watch movies, cook fresh pasta, shop at a few of my favorite stores, read in silence for hours, and not think about work the entire time.
Work email? Won't touch it. Phone? Won't even turn it on, except to see if there are any family emergencies every few days.
I'm getting OUT. OF. HERE.
(Naturally, this means CEO is trying desperately to completely screw my job up before I go, but whatever...)
FOR SIX WHOLE DAYS
Note: the only time I've EVER taken vacations that long were to see my family at Christmas. I have NEVER taken a "me" vacation that long.
I'm taking the train (I LOVE riding the train, and this is the Pacific Surfliner) to stay with my friend in Santa Barbara--we plan to watch movies, cook fresh pasta, shop at a few of my favorite stores, read in silence for hours, and not think about work the entire time.
Work email? Won't touch it. Phone? Won't even turn it on, except to see if there are any family emergencies every few days.
I'm getting OUT. OF. HERE.
(Naturally, this means CEO is trying desperately to completely screw my job up before I go, but whatever...)

Wow your first real vacation. I remember mine. Prior to that my 'vacations' consisted of traveling to my hometown for Thanksgiving and Christmas or taking a week off work to move.

Did you see Our Milk Carton With Arms? 
Going up to Santa Barbara, which is a gorgeous town--I'll take pics.
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