Josh and I are going on vacation in less than three weeks. It's actually our first "official" vacation, or so I'd like to think. We've driven to Minnesota a couple times for holidays, we've driven to Texas for a wedding, and we've driven to Denver for our first and second anniversaries. Those were all great and meaningful trips, but we're so excited for this one.
We're flying down to San Diego (which happens to be my birthplace but not technically where I'm "from") and staying there for a few days, then we're off to a few stops in Mexico, thanks to a great last-minute deal through Carnival. (If you've never been on a cruise before, head on over to Carnival's website and do some research!) We're so excited to have a week to ourselves.
In the midst of all the excitement is a bit of anxiousness for me. I've been working as an office manager for a real estate company for the past few months, and the previous office manager hardly left for vacation, so . . . overall, the company is not used to functioning without someone there all day, every day, taking every phone call, putting out every fire (while it's still just a spark!). It will be good for me to not only get away, but get away AND try to manage composure as I think about what fires I may have to put out when I get back. That's a little pessimistic, I know! Though so much can happen in an 8-hour day around here, I trust that everything will go smoothly and I won't have to check my cell phone messages too often! :)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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