I think I was under the (incorrect) assumption that upon starting to blog again, I would suddenly be blessed with a plethora of insightful and provocative topics and ideas about which I could write. This blog would be a catalog of my opinions and emotional responses to events in my life. Long story short, it was going to make the Pulitzer committee weak in the knees with adoration.
Yeah, that didn’t happen.
Which pretty much explains the reason there hasn’t been any entries in awhile. I was waiting for the spark of inspiration for an interesting topic idea that would result in some burst of creativity and manifest itself into a highly introspective entry that all the world (or the far smaller group that actually reads this) would appreciate and, in turn, be inspired to reflect within themselves and have epiphanies of their own.
Delusions of grandeur are not becoming on me.
So, I’m gonna try to take a new route. I said to myself, “Nick, you look kinda cute when you flatiron your hair. And not all of your blog entries have to be the meat and potatoes of life. Every now and then, people just want the pickle that comes on the side.”
So, here’s a pickle.
There’s something coming up in a few weeks that has me quite excited and is making it difficult to focus on much of anything else. You see, being a full-time employee of my job, I’m entitled to some paid vacation days each year. Everyone knows that. It’s pretty standard for most full-time people at any job.
I get two weeks of paid vacation, five sick days, three personal days, and a floating holiday day per year. And on my anniversary date, they all reset.
I was hired at my job on August 13th, 2003. So, for the past four years, I have been using that date as my anniversary date when planning and scheduling all of my days off. But it wasn’t until a couple of weeks ago when I was reminded that for the first three months of my employment I was only a temp, so I didn’t become full-time until November 3rd, 2007.
I quickly did the math in my head and realized that I had a whopping ten days of paid vacation/sick/personal/floating to take before November 3rd of this year or I would completely lose them.
I immediately turned to my boss and said, “I’m going on vacation!”
And that is exactly what I am doing.
Two weeks from today I am hopping on a plane and heading to Orlando to spend a week at Walt Disney World, which will be a nice consolation prize since the weekend trip I was going to take down there for my birthday in August ended up not happening when the flight got canceled.
But that’s not all!
Once my week at Walt Disney World is over, my friend Tyler and I are driving to Port Canaveral and embarking on a seven-night Eastern Caribbean Disney Cruise!
I’ve been wanting to take a Disney Cruise for YEARS now, and am literally beside myself with excitement about finally setting sail with the mouse. Kevin and I were supposed to go on one in March, but due to incorrect information it wasn’t actually available even though the site said it was, so it didn’t end up happening. I feel a little guilty about taking the cruise without him now, but the timing just worked out too well with Tyler’s vacation and the price was ridiculously lucrative (over 75% discount), so it was an opportunity I just couldn’t pass on.
Plus I get two full weeks off from work, which will be the longest continuous time off I’ve had from any job ever, and will give me plenty of time to recover before the onslaught of the holiday rush at work.
Plus I’ll be on the cruise over Halloween, which is even more exciting as the ship gets decorated and there are special activities planned. Look for me at the Scary-aoke contest. I’ve got a pretty mean Come To My Window and Something To Talk About.
Yeah, I’m a perpetual nine-year-old.
So, that’s the most write-worthy thing going on right now.
A few weeks ago, I attended an outdoor Lesbian Wedding in the Poconos. I guess I probably should have written about that.
But then again, who hasn’t been to an outdoor Lesbian Wedding in the Poconos?
I think I wrote this entry once.
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