I need a holiday!

A week here would release my 'dynamic tension'

A week here would release my 'dynamic tension'

It’s definite: I need a holiday. Tilt. Overload. Kerplunk.

You know when you’ve just had enough of everything and you need some time out? Yeah well, that’s where I’m at. I need a big fat week away somewhere doing sweet F.A.

Some shopping, some drinking, some walking and lots of sleep. Lazy mornings leading into lazy afternoons leading into a few beer-sodden nights. I reckon a week away would do me wonders right now.

I signed in to the computer at work today and there were 30 emails all wanting something done / printed / phoned / arranged etc. When I first started in this job a couple of years ago it could be up to 50 each morning so I should be able to do deal with 30. But as I started to go through them, more came in…and more…and more. Silly requests for things that didn’t need doing but nevertheless interrupted me wading through the first 30.

Snapping, I sent a ‘not doing this’ reply to a particularly pointless request. An angry reply (although probably pretty mild). Something about accommodation that didn’t make sense, didn’t need to be done at that point, would have caused a whole lot of new problems. Etcetera, etcetera. When all is ready and the time is right, I’ll do it and it’ll be done efficiently and beautifully. But not today and there are 30 other things that need to be done first.

Now this is the story of my working life. Every day is like this and has been for over two years. I grumble and groan about it but rarely snap. In fact, I’m used to it by now – and as it was, by about 1pm, I had all 30 things done and then some. So it shouldn’t have been a big deal. But therein lies the clue…

…the fact that I snapped told me something. My internal coping mechanism had decided to have a Kit-Kat break. And for a moment I turned into Lou Ferrigno…

When it gets to this stage...

When it gets to this stage...

It is at times like this you realise two things (1) you need to push your internal reset button before you pull out a gun and blow away half the floor and (2) you really need a holiday.

I’ve got a 3 week break coming up in late July – my first long break since 2006. But I’m not sure I can hold out til then. My ideal recovery position would be five or days in a nice hotel in Waikiki. I love Waikiki:- it’s crass, it’s tacky, it’s consumerist and, in short, it’s very much like me. But it also has perfect sunny weather, a really laid-back, relaxed vibe with a few nices places to get a cold beer and while away an afternoon or evening…



Unfortunately JudgeG’s own global economic crisis prevents such a beautiful week from happening. The budget may not stretch much further than a train ticket to Parramatta but I can always dream, can’t I?

I’ve been to Hawaii – specifically to Waikiki – six times – in the mid-late 90s and early 00s. People are always shocked and say ‘but it’s just like the Gold Coast, really touristy and tacky.’ Well, I don’t like the Gold Coast but I do love Waikiki. I call it ‘America Light’ – all the crass consumerism of the USA but with about 95% less of the danger. I’m very comfortable walking around Kuhio Avenue and taking buses to Ala Moana Shopping Centre and Pearl Ridge…but I’ve always been quite nervous doing the same thing in a ‘real’ American city like L.A. or Dallas. Yes, Honolulu has it’s crime and it’s own problems but nothing like the mainland.

Gimme a pair of shorts, a bright T-Shirt, a cap and a pair of thongs and I’m off to roam the streets of Waikiki. I may not get a lei but I always have fun.


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