7 Signs You Really Need A Holiday
The holiday season is behind us, February has started, and the productive novelty of being back at work has suddenly lost its sheen. You tell yourself you’re fine; you love work, you’re in your dream job, or at the very least the bills are paid. However, at the back of your mind you know exactly what you need, and it’s another glorious holiday. Not sure? Here are seven signs it’s time to go on your dream vaycay. Let’s see if you fit the bill!
You’d rather sleep than eat
Yep. When flopping into bed becomes genuinely more appealing than stuffing your face with pork chops and beans, you know you’re in need of a pretty serious vaycay. Far, far away.
Your ring tone is the Pina Colada Song
“If you like Pina Coladas…and getting caught in the rain…” Ah, music to your ears, every single time somebody calls you. Including your parents, your kids, and your boss. On the rocks, if you please!
You wear Hawaiian clothes on casual Friday
Nothing says, “I want the weekend” like flamboyant Hawaiian clothing. Throw away that sweater and jeans; it’s time for flower-print shirts, straw sandals, and even a lei, if you’re feeling cheeky!
All talk of holidays infuriates you
It doesn’t matter how much you like Donny from accounts, the minute he announces he’s going to Switzerland, you decide you hate him more than a pimple on prom night.
Holiday photos on Facebook make you weep
Facebook can be a great source of communication and entertainment. However, it can also be a soul-destroying stream of vaycay FOMO. No, I don’t want to see your epic photos of Tahiti, because I don’t need my envy button pushed more than it already is.
Your daydreams all take place in Fiji
You know those daydreams of making that promotion, or winning the lottery, or buying a new car? Well, they’ve been shunted aside by visions of snorkeling, sun, and white sandy beaches. Even if you don’t want to go to Fiji, it still represents exactly what you need – some next level R and R.
School field trips make you uber jealous
Yep, even your kids’ tame little school day trips make you want to cry green, envious tears. Surely, if you braided your hair and strapped on a backpack, you could pass for 18 again?