9, count them, 9 days of freedom coming up
I managed to score the entire Thanksgiving week off from the DayJob, hooray!
The company kindly gives us the Friday after Thanksgiving as a matter of course (since, face it, who would be productive at all on a day between a family feast and a weekend? They’d just be going through the motions); and I had two and one-half paid vacation days left; and my boss okayed taking them that week; and he approved half a day off with no pay to round it out, and — Voila!
My plan: with apologies to my friends and family, I shall ignore the celebrations, stay at home, and act like a full-time writer. My family and friends have been informed of this — it’s not the first time it’s happened.
In previous years I’ve gone away during Thanksgiving, but this year vet bills and car repairs put me enough in the red to make staying home the smart move. Plus: if at 2AM I feel like, say, playing the guitar, not a problem. In a hotel room, on the other hand, not an option.
In other news: Other people at the DayJob have discovered how nice it is in the training room during lunch break. My last hideout for writing over lunch is gone… Stuck at my desk where there is a HUGE WINDOW ON A BUSY CORRIDOR TWO INCHES AWAY FROM MY ELBOW.
Try writing a sex scene under those circumstances. Just try it. Probably get sent to Human Resources for a Talking To.
