Today marks the 13th anniversary of my start date at my current employer. Due to a quick of coincidence, it was also Cedar Point Day for my office, or as it has been re-branded, "Employee Appreciation Day." Part of the reason it was re-branded is that in the past your choices were "Go to Cedar Point" or "Go to Work". A few years ago this was changed to "Go to Cedar Point," "Go to Work," or "Do Whatever You Want." I'm not big on roller coasters, so as soon as that last choice became an option I've taken it. Apparently many others do as well, hence the re-branding.
And what did I do on Employee Appreciation Day? Naturally, I stayed home and did stuff around the house, as I have on every Cedar Point day since the option existed.
Most critically, contractors came over.
1. Last fall's chimney inspection found that the damper in the chimney had rusted out. It was replaced.
2. A small pile of minor plumbing problems had cropped up over time. Three were fixed outright; the fourth required parts that were not at hand, but they've been ordered.
3. A locksmith told me that the more critical of my broken locks was not fixable by him, but he fixed the other one.
4. The eave at the front of my garage has water damage. A roofer came out and recommended some fixes, which were thankfully not terribly expensive so they'll be happening in a few weeks.
While this was going on, I also:
- vacuumed the entire house
- did all the laundry / dishes
- mowed the lawn
- took care of assorted paperwork
- took care of assorted minor chores
- scrubbed the tub
I had originally intended to do more yard work, but it was actually rather chilly today so staying inside seemed desirable.
You might ask, "Did you actually do anything fun on your free day off?" And the answer is yes, while I was waiting for contractors to finish work or show up and didn't want to start something new, I read through my 1.5 issue backlog of
The Economist, which my parents got me as a birthday gift. Given that The Economist is a very dense read that takes significant effort to get through, you might argue that this is work too. To that, I would note that I'm not notably good at relaxing.