Vacaciones públicos
The thing I hate most about public holidays is that they seem to come and go so quickly. In fact, this seems to be true of all holiday time. You spend weeks, or sometimes months, savouring the idea that you’ll soon have a day off work, perhaps even several, and planning what you’re going to do with that time off. Your excitement builds as the day (or days) approach, especially if the weather is fine, and then the day arrives. For me there’s always this feeling of elation, especially if I’ve been on the job for a long period of time; that I’ve somehow stole one back from the man.
But all too quickly, those days slip away. Slowly at first, an hour or so in the morning gussets by and you still convince yourself that the majority of the day stretches out before you and you can still get all those things done, just like you planned. By lunchtime it’s beginning to dawn that maybe you’re not going to get everything crossed off that to-do list and that perhaps you over estimated your capacity to self-motivate to levels of productivity beyond your average workday.
By mid-afternoon, it’s pretty much over, and the best you can do is try and save some dignity by getting that first item on the to-do list crossed off. If you’ve done that, it’s a holiday well spent, and you can reassure yourself that the purpose of holiday time, is to have time off, and spend it relaxing.