Another reason to think mean things about me

So, I've gone back and forth about whether to let y'all in on my latest situation because everyone I've told about this situation has pretty much reacted the same way and this is the same way that makes me hate people.

That way is by saying, "It must be nice..." in that snarky evil way where you know they're finishing the sentence in a very mean way silently to themselves so that later they can huddle up in their evil house and talk MAJOR smack about how it must be nice to have XYZ or be XYZ or whathaveyou. (FYI: This is how the Shitty Neighbors got their name.)

This is probably one of the few phrases that can make me immediately hate someone. This and, you know, one where someone outrightly insults my mommy, Bubba or the dog.

Talk shit about the cat all you want.

But since you'll likely see evidence of my current situation here on the blog and because you all proved yourselves to be lovely supporters of my last Reason To Think Mean Things About Me, I've decided I trust you to not trot out that tired line in the comments unless you are ready for me to hate you with the hate of a thousand Rockets.

I know. That is a lot of hate. I just want you to be prepared.

So, what is this Reason To Think Mean Things About Me?

I'm on sabbatical.

For two months.

As in, I do not have to go to work at all during the two most beautiful months of the year and instead get to do just whatever the hell I want which will include but not be limited to; riding my bike to pilates, making every recipe that suits my fancy, crafting lots, racing out of state, beaching with the dog, visiting with my goddaughter, seeing a new-to-me national park with two of my best gals, gardening until I can garden no more, taking a course in beekeeping, etc.

So, yes. Before you can say anything (I like you all too much to let that happen), it IS nice.

And I realize, it's also a little crazy. Because the company for which I work is extremely generous and thoughtful with benefits and they believe that after a certain number of years of loyal service, you should be able to take a few months off to do whatever rejuvenates your personal soul.

Or something like that.

And, believe me, even *I* think it's a little ridic.

I mean, I'm barely out of my twenties and I've only been out in the professional working world for a decade and do I really *need* a sabbatical because isn't that something that only tenured professors get after a quarter century's worth of mind-numbing dedication and personal sacrifice?

I dunno.

But they're giving it to me, so I'm taking it. And I'm going to just go about doing whatever the hell rejuvenates this personal soul of mine for the next two months because, Hi - it's my job now.

So, alls I'm saying is that if you see lots more projects cropping up here or start to wonder how in the world I've racked up enough vacay time to travel to three states in two months, you'll know. It's because I'm on Must Be Nice Sabbatical and I'm using every last minute of it to rejuvenate my soul.

Or something like that.

So, who's ready to go the library? A lot of soul rejuvenation happens there, I've heard.