I’m such a ‘tard, I really can’t get over it. My neurotic insanity has ebbed, and I’m psyched to be getting the hell out of Dodge for New Year’s.

So, $400 later and I’m going to San Fran! It’s a direct flight, so more time to hang out. I’ve never bought a ticket and taken off in days.

If there’s one negative about my mom that lingers, it’s that she drilled into my head fear at every turn that you could lose your job in an instant. One cross-eyed look, your number was up, and you were looking for a bed in the shelter.

I have boatloads of vacation time, and I get teased annually by the people above me for not using more. It’s my irrational safety net — when they shitcan me I could cash out that unused vacation time and buy the catfood I would eat to survive.

So, to say that my fear that somehow my boss would mind if I took vacation time during the holidays is irrational doesn’t even skim the thinnest edge of reality.

Her response to my request for time off, even on such short notice:
” I think it’s great that you’re going. Why aren’t you staying longer?”