I'm still trying to get it right in my head--just one more day of work, then I'm done for two and a half whole weeks. I keep feeling like I'm forgetting something or I've lost something because the reality of it is just too unreal to fathom.
Today was our godawful holiday party, now called the painfully politically correct "end of the year" party (or "end of the world" party, as I dubbed it). I had tried to avoid it by scheduling a 2:00 meeting earlier in the week, but my manager warned that my VP wanted me to be there now that I'm a member of leadership. I showed up in the middle of the stupid white elephant game with the usual people saying, "Wow, look who's here!" and "Didn't expect to see you here! You never come to these things!" I don't think I was there for more than an hour before it was back to the office to wrap things up.
I killed off as much work as I could, delegated a few things to my one superstar analysts, and notified some managers there would be a delay on some items. Made it to the BevMo and got in at least a moderate round of exercise at the gym before closing.
Tomorrow I have to be at HQ for a brainstorming session, so it'll be a cinch, and not a full day. I'm thrilled to pieces, and so ready for these next sweet seventeen days.
After a mild panic attack over the rampant sudden use of my new credit card, I went back to my budget numbers and realized I could still pay it off in a few months. I could even consider dedicating a larger pay off to a different card each month instead of spreading the payments evenly, just to make myself feel like there was more of a dent being made. I still need to keep costs under control--I know. And I should really apply that in 2017.
But in the meantime, I've spared myself $300 to gamble away in Vegas in the hopes I get lucky, which I won't, but hell, it's my fucking Christmas present to myself.
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