Wouldn’t it be nice….

…If after every 10years worked you could qualify for a 3month paid sabbatical. Ah, I would love that wouldn’t you? I am totally in the mood for a break from the grind. I was saying to Megan just yesterday that it would be really nice if there was some option where you contributed a little bit of money so that every 10years you could take a 3month sabbatical with the funds accrued and your job would have to remain open, kind of like maternity leave, but for mental health. Hmmm, I think I might lobby Congress, because y’know Obama is not at all consumed with the whole issue of healthcare, so I am sure he would have lots of time for my silly ideas ;-)

I’m feeling so stressed out from work at the moment, which is probably a big reason I am craving a longer break than a typical vacation and I am still rolling around the idea of a possible move to San Francisco in the not too distant future. I’m not making any rash decisions though, since the San Francisco bug could be just because I'm sentimental for my recent vacation, I want to mull it over a bit longer and see if it’s still something I am considering in a few more months, but I do feel a need for something to change, I’m just not sure what. Whatever the decision I plan to stay in NYC at least until next summer so that I can gain more experience managing my newly expanded team and also mark my 10year anniversary in NYC and officially become a New Yorker. I think I get a sash from the mayor or something ;-)

I’ve spent much of the weekend slobbing at home on the sofa in sweats. I'm so tired. Last week at work was an especially tough one in a stressful year, although of course I do count my blessings that I have a job to complain about what with unemployment being on the high side. I always find that the 4day work weeks which follow a long weekend are usually more intense than usual, it’s almost as though everyone still expects 5days worth of work to be squeezed into 4. Mind you I did actually go into the office for 8hours on Labor Day and it didn’t help much. This weekend couldn’t come soon enough for me, although now that it's almost over I'm disappointed I’m not as well rested as I’d hoped to be. It didn’t help that my upstairs neighbour woke me up clattering home at 4.50am this morning and I never really got back to sleep. She kept the noise up for over an hour and I wondered what the hell she was doing - nooooo, not that. Honestly minds out of the gutter readers, well not unless she was having sex extremely quietly, but still managing to rock the bed across the room, since no human noises filtered through my ceiling. No it was more like she was just pottering around tidying up for an hour. Whatever she was doing it was very annoying. I finally got out of bed at 5:30am in frustration and was at the 24hour laundry by 6.30am. It's amazing how many people are walking their dogs at that time of a Sunday. Other than that all I’ve done today is spend a couple of hours in the gym doing a body conditioning and then a Pilates class, my usual Sunday routine which I don't usually have too much trouble with, but my arms are so sore this afternoon, it's like they've been replaced with two limp noodle strands.

Maybe I'll nip out for a wee tub of ice cream. I reckon I still have sufficient strength to lift a spoon of Haagen Dazs to my lips.