Simply taking it in…

There comes a point in time in everyone’s life where you feel like screaming, swearing, drinking and breaking stuff.   My most recent episode of that sort of behavior happened on Monday afternoon when my vacation request was denied.  I will give everyone one guess as to when I had requested vacation.  But, to narrow it down, let’s say it was between April 20 – 30 of this year.

When my evil C-Suite of suits, powers that be, people who make all the ‘important’ decisions, Boss told me, I got pretty upset.  FINE! < enter temper tantrum here > If I can’t go for that long, what about April 26 and 27 only?  That also didn’t work.  Sigh. Simply due to the fact that there is a lot going on in the office right now that requires the big bad Manager of Human Resources to be present during that time frame.

While I completely understand why I need to be in the office at that time, it still doesn’t make me any less mad.  In case you hadn’t figured it out yet, the vacation request was denied for the same time that Rolex just happens to be going on down in the Bluegrass. I. Love. Rolex.   Not to mention the fact I love the people I would be going with.  HJU photographer extraordinaire, Calina found pretty much the perfect rental house for us to stay at during the week.  Not getting to see them, stay in that house and  generally have a fantastic time is very disappointing.  I may or may not have cried.

So, being the completely rational and level headed person that I am, I figure I have 5 options:’

#1: QUIT!!

Tell my evil C-Suite of suits, powers that be, people who make all the ‘important’ decisions, Boss, see ya later! I’m out of here”,  as I would much rather spend my time stalking interviewing men who wear tight pants and speak with an accent.  I hear that Jock Paget is making the trek from NZ this year. Hummmm, have we all seen what he looks like? Hellllooooooo Jock!

This is what I would be doing at Rolex…

#2: WALLOW IN SELF PITY AND JUST DON’T GO.

Trust me, this is pretty low down on my list of options.  However, as my very loving and understanding husband told me – in a voice that made me want to punch him squarely in the chicklets: ‘Don’t you think the thing that makes you the money should come first?’  Everyone will be pleased to know that I bit my tongue and didn’t spit back at him what I really wanted to say: “Well, good thing you also make money, because I figured we could just live off your salary.”  Considering we have only been married for 3 months, I didn’t necessarily think that filing for divorce at this time was the best option.

I will never complain that a Brush Box table is to big ever again...

#3: FLY IN ON FRIDAY NIGHT – FLY OUT ON SUNDAY NIGHT.

Aaannnnnd spend a ridiculous amount of money to do so.  When I looked into this, I can fly out of Toronto at 6:00 p.m, get to Cincinnati at 10:30 p.m. – fly out of Cincinnati at 8:00 p.m. and get to Toronto at 11:00 p.m..for $570 CDN.  Okay, to be honest, I was thinking it was going to be more along the line of a grand – when I saw that it was less than 6 bills, I seriously considered bringing out the VISA and booking the flight immediately.  Seriously.  However, if I went with this option, someone would have to come pick my ass up at and drop my ass off. All at very inconvenient times.  CRD – WHO WAS JUST NAMED TO EQUINE CANADA’S BOARD OF DIRECTORS!!!! HOW RAD IS THAT??!!!! – said it is about an hour from Cincinnati to Lexington. So, I would be putting someone out for a total of 4 hours; there and back x 2. I am not sure how I feel about that.

#4: DRIVE THROUGH THE NIGHT ON FRIDAY AND SUNDAY.

Yes, I am actually considering doing this.  Yes, I know it is crazy. Yes, it can be done.  On my list of ‘Crazy sh!t I have done”. this wouldn’t even make the Top Ten.  What we are looking at is this: 2,100 kilometers of distance, 2 tanks of diesel in the Jetta – we can get from Toronto to Lexington on one tank of diesel?!!! 20 hours of driving in 60 hours total trip time.  Crazy? Absolutely! Worth it? Absolutely!  Speaking of crazy, a couple years ago, Calina and CRD drove 18 hours to the Fork leaving Thursday after work – then leaving on Sunday around Noon.  I figure, if I sort of don’t show up, I will never live it down….

#5: GET A NEW (HORSEY) BOSS.

These are my options.  And, this is where I need your help.  Fellow  Horse Junkies, which option do you think I should pursue..?