Busy doing Nothing.
Ok, I’ll admit it, I mean it’s not like I’d be telling you something you didn’t already know now is it? . Being on holiday is SO boring. Yes, you heard me right. BORING.
Why on gods green earth did you decide to take TWO weeks off?. I mean, ok, point conceded, one week’s just not enough is it. Fair comment. There’s only so much nothing you can do in a week. No matter what you do, there’s just too much monotony to cram in when you only “really” have a week off.
No matter how you cut it, its always the same. "Ok, so I’m off Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. TIMES TWO. Great, lovely jubbly" you think.
Except it never is ,is it?
Here’s what actually happens, and I dare you to tell me different.
It gets to 4pm on the Friday before your two weeks off. You’re a little light headed, you know, a slightly better mood than usual, possibly even making the odd wise crack around the office / depot / common room, whatever. The prospect ahead of you of fourteen days of sheer freedom feels slightly intoxicating. Perhaps your fingers tingle a little (but that one might just be me !)
So, Saturday (day 1). A small lie in. Perhaps 10 a.m. By lunchtime, you’ve already come up with minimum 3 reasons why you wont wash the car today. Possibly too windy, or more than likely, you’ll just do it later. A bit of channel surfing and a few trips to the fridge, and it’s (day 2).
Repeat day 1
So, FINALLY, day 3, Monday, the "real" DAY 1. A small lie in, perhaps 11 a.m. Lunch. Ok, what abut the car. Oh, plenty of time to do that. Your better half wants to go shopping, but, they doesn’t really need you there do they?. Of course not. Maybe, Ill just have a sit with the paper or read a book this afternoon. Well, what do you know, its (day 3).
I would go on, but were all adults here, there’s no need to get too graphic. Let’s just insert the odd, “ooh, YouTube”, and “yes but there’s a game on”, or “I was going to do that next / last week” and you'll get the picture.
By day 13, when your “small” lie in finishes circa.5pm and the inevitable remorse sets in at the realization you have accomplished the square root of nothing, you come to the frightening conclusion that your are genuinely looking forward to getting back to work, because that's the place where you should be doing nothing.