Could it be? Is it real? I'm on vacation!!!!

Planoamy
WAAAHOOOO!!!
(me running around in circles with my arms in the air)

It's official! As of 5:30 eastern time Friday afternoon, I am on a week's vacation! I think I heard a Holly Lue Yeah!

See, I asked for a week off, starting this coming Monday, way back in January. I work as a peon cube dweller answering phones. Apparently I am the cog holding the wheel together because it was forever to get it approved through a lovely little department we have called Work Force Management. Yeah, I know, we all got a job to do. Finally it came back, with Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday approved. But I still had to work Tuesday. It was March.

I waited a while to see if anyone else would cancel their Tuesday, July 19th day off so I could move further up in the pecking order. No luck. Finally I did what was only fair--I went sobbing to my boss saying my out of town trip was ruined because I couldn't get that one day. She pushed it through to her boss, who got an "official override" for me to get a whole week, straight through! Wow! I have only saved up 147 vacation hours so this was really big. Unfortunately, I don't have a big trip planned. Wee bit o guilt about that. See in January we were taking the MIL on a trip to the ocean. Then we realized Damn it's too expensive to stay gone for a whole week. So MIL said she didn't want to be gone from home like that anyhow and we thought about a little drive to the city of big shoulders. And well, HIS company is too busy to spare him. Until Friday. So I get a week's vacation in a town where the handful of friends I have are all working. Poor me.

Poor me--the house to myself, the remote to myself, the radio to myself! Poor me, sleeping in to the heathenistic hour of 10:30! Poor me, drinking chocolate milk for breakfast and going to used bookstores in my quest for any little odd books by Kentucky authors. While all you lucky working stiffs are greasing the national economy, I will be bumming around in baggy khaki's and my favorite oldest t-shirt from McGuire's Irish Pub. MUWAHHAHHAhhaa!

Ahem. Off to make a to-do list.