Three questions to start off:
1. Where did you go on holiday last?
& perhaps more pertinently: 2. When? & 3. Why? (and you may answer this one to the effect of 'cos I felt like it')
(my answers: Australia, 2008, family wedding)
I find myself viewing holidays (i.e. breaks that are spent away from home) with increasing reluctance that ranges between ambivalence and outright contempt. I tell everyone I want a break/holiday, but I kind of feel it's BS, for all that I might need one. I told one of my friends that I wanted to take a castle tour in northern Germany (historical nerd, and Babelsberg and Sanssouci would be all sorts of awesome for me) and she kindly offered to arrange it for me. But you know what, no disrespect to her, but I'm not going to take her up on it, for the simple reason that I'm so unused to the concept of 'holidays' (especially holidays specifically for myself) that I'd probably go nuts the moment I stepped on the plane at Stansted.
For as long as I've been working (I don't really care to add it up...) I've taken roughly one third of the annual leave I'm entitled to and I've currently used up six days for next year, but they're all in half-days for hospital appointments. One quickly forgotten exchange with my boss went as follows (admittedly, I was already pissed off at the time, and it's easy to tell when I'm angry, I become very self-derisory):
Boss: Why don't you take a break?
Me: Why on earth should I?!
Boss: Because you've been working so hard...
Me: That's what I'm paid for, isn't it?!
Boss: Well, you deserve a holiday.
Me: What for?
etc. etc.
The weird thing being, I don't even like this job that much...
1. Where did you go on holiday last?
& perhaps more pertinently: 2. When? & 3. Why? (and you may answer this one to the effect of 'cos I felt like it')
(my answers: Australia, 2008, family wedding)
I find myself viewing holidays (i.e. breaks that are spent away from home) with increasing reluctance that ranges between ambivalence and outright contempt. I tell everyone I want a break/holiday, but I kind of feel it's BS, for all that I might need one. I told one of my friends that I wanted to take a castle tour in northern Germany (historical nerd, and Babelsberg and Sanssouci would be all sorts of awesome for me) and she kindly offered to arrange it for me. But you know what, no disrespect to her, but I'm not going to take her up on it, for the simple reason that I'm so unused to the concept of 'holidays' (especially holidays specifically for myself) that I'd probably go nuts the moment I stepped on the plane at Stansted.
For as long as I've been working (I don't really care to add it up...) I've taken roughly one third of the annual leave I'm entitled to and I've currently used up six days for next year, but they're all in half-days for hospital appointments. One quickly forgotten exchange with my boss went as follows (admittedly, I was already pissed off at the time, and it's easy to tell when I'm angry, I become very self-derisory):
Boss: Why don't you take a break?
Me: Why on earth should I?!
Boss: Because you've been working so hard...
Me: That's what I'm paid for, isn't it?!
Boss: Well, you deserve a holiday.
Me: What for?
etc. etc.
The weird thing being, I don't even like this job that much...