We all look forward to vacation days. Around here, it is quite the touchy subject.
When my husband accepted his new job last December, one of the first things I asked him was how much vacation he got. He gave me some papers and we determined that he either got 2 weeks, or basically nothing, depending on his employee category.
He was fairly certain that he fell into the sad category of no vacation, while I was positive that he got 2 weeks. I told him to check up on it during orientation. Unfortunately, it was not discussed at that time. When he started work, I told him to talk to the HR department about it.
At some point he came home and said that “for sure” he had 2 days of vacation for the entire year. I was extremely dubious. I told him to check again. This went on for several months. I continued to be skeptical about the 2 vacation days, but finally gave up and decided that I would be a good wife and believe him.
I faithfully told many relatives that asked about joint vacations, “Thank you but unfortunately we cannot do anything this year. Zach only has 2 vacation days.”
We planned nothing fun over the summer.
Then, one hot day in the middle of July, I got a text from him. It read, “I get 2 weeks of vacation this year.”
I wrote him back, “You drive me nuts.”
He came home that night. Apparently, a co-worker had set him straight. When he checked his online vacation tool later that day, lo and behold, 2 weeks of lovely vacation awaiting to be used.
I was furious. He had been working for 6 months, and we were just now figuring out his vacation? Additionally, the summer was half-way over. We had nothing planned and had missed several opportunities to take vacations with others.
I did what any pissed-off wife would do. I called his mother. I vented. She completely understood. I felt better.
We planned a 1 week staycation for September. It was nice. We painted our deck.
We loosely decided to use his last week of vacation – 5 days – around Christmas. I was pretty sure that he had even more days than that, having read the company rulebook on vacation. Having been flatly told “no” when I put that question to him previously, I did not even bring it up now.
We attempted vacation discussion on Monday this week and it fizzled.
On Tuesday, he came home with exciting news. “I have 2 more vacation days than what we though.”
“Oh yeah?” I responded.
“Two of my off-days fall on 2 official company holidays. So those are floating holidays for me.”
He works a 9/80 schedule – every other Friday is supposed to be an off-day, but he usually has to work it anyways.
I replied, “That’s great! Let’s tack those days here and here.”
We mused a little over vacation days and then got wrapped up into other stuff.
Wednesday rolled around. He came home. “I actually have 4 more vacation days than what I thought.”
“What?” I looked at him suspiciously.
“Well, there are the 2 days we already talked about. Then, I get one free, floating holiday. And, I worked Good Friday, but actually it was a vacation day.”
We stared at each other. Then, we both laughed. He, sheepishly, and me, somewhat hysterically.
“You get a free, floating holiday? I knew it. I told you so!” I shook a finger at him, “And GOOD FRIDAY?”
He said, “Do you remember if I worked that day? I was going over my records with one of the admins and it showed that I worked that day. I wasn’t sure though.”
“Oh, I remember all right. You worked that day. We argued about it. I said that you had that day off and you said that no one gets that day off, just the auto industry. And you worked that day and I was really mad.”
He replied, “I just want to make sure. I don’t remember working that day.”
I gave him an eyebrow. “Why would you remember working on a specific day, months ago? Look, I’ll pull out the calendar. See. There’s nothing written on that day, and I always write when you have a day off. And look. We had a vehicle state inspection that Saturday, and I remember that you worked during that. So if you worked that Saturday, then for sure you worked on the Friday. I remember you working, plus you recorded that you worked.”
I covered my hands with my eyes and rolled onto the floor. “I just can’t discuss this with you.”
We ended our non-productive conversation soon thereafter. No formal holiday vacation plans were made.
This evening, I found him curled on the couch, studying a piece of paper.
“Oooo. Are you going over your vacation? Can I help?” I sat down next to him.
He looked at me and shook his head. “No. It just doesn’t work. I’ll do it myself.”
I got up. “I’m gonna blog about this you know.”