I’m in NY for the weekend, visiting Lorrie. I arrived this morning, and the flight was uneventful, just like I like them — window seat, no babies.
I finally put my video iPod to use in is truest form by downloading a movie and watching it on the plane. I was surprised — I always thought that watching a movie on a 2.5″ screen would be highly unfulfilling. Not so much. It was perfect! Well . . . okay, maybe not perfect, because truth be told I would prefer to be snuggled on the couch watching the 40″ flatscreen rather than forced into an airline chair, uncomfortably close to an stranger.
I took a day off and flew out on the 7:00 am flight. It’s weird . . . I’m aware that I have vacation time (that I never take), but I’m always guilty when I take a day off. What is that about?? I’ve been frantically checking the Blackberry all day, and telling people that they can contact me on my cell phone if necessary. Yes, I’m insane.
Hooray for you! You deserve a fun weekend. Enjoy!
I was like that too, until one day I realized they could do without me. They laid me off and it was okay without me, not as good as it was with me, but still okay. So please, do me a favor and enjoy your time off. You don’t ever get that back and honestly they don’t appreciate it!
You’re both right. The companies that we slave over have no loyalty for us, so why am I freaking out??