The Man...

I've been working at the same job for approximately 1 year 6 months 18 days and 4 hours. (Who's counting?)

I check my pay stub every two weeks and for some reason every time I've still only earned 4.62 hours of PTO (paid time off). I keep hoping by some miraculous stroke of luck one pay period it's going to spike to some magical number above the single digit of four.

It never does.

I'm craving an adventure. Unfortunately my 4.62 hours of PTO just isn't adding up fast enough for me to run away to Greece, Spain, Peru or the Bahamas. (All destinations on my Travel wish list.)

Alas, I just keep "working for the man" and day dreaming about wild adventures and how I can become a stay at home person and have as much PTO as I want. Sometimes being a big girl is hard. And Fergie is wrong, sometimes big girls do cry. I nearly cried when I had to write a check to "the man" for my 2009 taxes. As if what was deducted from my paycheck wasn't enough.

It seems like I should get as much PTO as the dollar amount they take for taxes. Yeah, that seems right. Then I would for sure be able to complete my travel wish list.

Well, until I've banked enough PTO to use my passport I'll smile about my sunny San Diego weekend get-away that will cost me 8 hours PTO, but will keep me excited until my plane leaves in about 408 hours.

-That girl who is working for the man