I was thinking this morning how much I'd like to be able to take a mental health day.
It wasn't going to happen since I've used all of my personal leave (all three days of it) and most of my sick leave for the school year.
It's not like I'm against using sick leave for mental health leave. I've done it before. Good mental health certainly helps to keep me physically healthy.
Shortly after I thought about it and semi-mourned the fact that it couldn't be done, I was called into the principal's secretary's office.
My first thought was, "Uh oh, what have I done?" knowing perfectly well that I hadn't deliberately done anything wrong.
That's when I was given the gift of having tomorrow off. With pay. And not a day of sick leave, either.
My used-to-be boss had ear surgery last week and has been unable to drive. She has a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning in a city an hour from here. I'm going to drive her. This won't be even remotely a hardship; it'll be fun to have time to talk to her. We still eat lunch together a couple of times a week, but we used to be in the same office all day long for over three years, talking as much as working usually. Our desks were just a few feet apart, but we'd email funny things to each other even though we could have just talked instead. We did both.
She has really treated me like an equal, not like her helper monkey assistant. She's one of the sweetest people I know.
So. I get to sleep later than usual, then spend the day with a friend. I bet she'll even buy me lunch.
I love my job.