That's the one part about vacations I hate: no one can do my job as well as I can. Just ask me! I can send tons of emails, leave lists galore, and yet, in the end, I'm picking up the pieces and hearing from people, "Oh, I didn't know you wanted it done THAT WAY!"
Our youngest daughter has some new friends who are exchange students from various countries in Europe. There, the standard is 4 weeks of vacation each summer. According to the kids' parents, it's pretty common to go to a remote cabin on a lake or in the mountains with little access to TV or other distractions and just relax for a full month.
On the one hand, that sounds pretty darn nice.
On the other, I can't imagine preparing for a month out of the office - or catching up afterward. I'm pretty sure the staff around here would all be in favor of me being gone...but then would probably all quit when I got back and started grilling them on just what the heck everyone got done while I was gone.
Not to mention what would happen if a key employee like Wendy decided she was leaving for a full month in the summer!
So for now, we're sticking to one or two weeks at a time around here. No one gets hurt this way.
Have a great summer - on or off the job!
Happy Friday!
Sharon Brothers, MSW
President & CEO
Sharon@EasyCEU.com
Taking a Vacation
Billy Bob says to Lester: "You know... I reckon I'm about ready for a vacation, only this year I'm gonna do it a little different.
The last few years, I took your advice as to where to go. Two years ago you said for me to go to Hawaii. I went to Hawaii, and Marie got pregnant.
Then last year, you told me to go to the Bahamas. I went to the Bahamas, and Marie got pregnant again."
Lester says: "So what you gonna do different this year?"
Billy Bob says: "This year, I'm going to take Marie with me..."
Where is this place?
A man and his wife were driving their Recreational Vehicle across the country and were nearing a town spelled Kissimee. They noted the strange spelling and tried to figure how to pronounce it - KISS-a-me; kis-A-me; kis-a-ME. They grew more perplexed as they drove into the town.
Since they were hungry, they pulled into a place to get something to eat. At the counter, the man said to the waitress:
"My wife and I can't seem to be able to figure out how to pronounce this place. Will you tell me where we are and say it very slowly so that I can understand."
The waitress looked at him and said: "Buuurrrgerrr Kiiiinnnng."
A poor Man's Vacation...
This Week's Quote...
"No one needs a vacation more than the person who just had one."
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