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Vacation Or Die!

by Richard

The second-worst week of any working year is the week just before you leave on vacation. Of course, the worst week of any working year is the week right after you return from vacation.

Ah, dudes. But those actual vacation days. Those are some good days, indeed.

And, it turns out, they just might be saving your life. In a column, Dan Obeidallah asks if you wanted  to have that heart attack. And, if you didn’t, why didn’t you take the vacation days that could have helped stave it off?

Here’s the deal. Studies have shown that not taking vacations is linked to health problems. And if people skip vacations, there’s a chance that they may die younger than those who don’t.

I think employers should be required to post warning labels in the workplace similar to those on cigarettes packs. I’d love to see a big sign in the break room that reads: “WARNING: Working too many weeks without a vacation is going to kill you. Seriously, you are going to die from it.”

One study found that men at high risk for coronary heart disease, and who failed to take annual vacations, were 32% more susceptible to dying from a heart attack.

Another study compared women who vacationed at least twice a year to those who took one every six years or less. Astoundingly, the women who did not vacation annually were almost eight times more likely to develop coronary heart disease or have a heart attack.

All of which is too bad for a lot of Americans. In this country, we’re practically obsessed with the idea of proving our toughness, our fitness through work, and one of the ways we do that, is to not take vacation or sick days. I mean, I’ve heard some dudes boast about not having taken a vacation day in years.

I just plain don’t understand dudes like that. Vacations are something you earn by working hard during the year. They allow you to take a little time, stop stressing over stuff that is, in the long run, pretty unimportant. If you work at it, you can even get some perspective, and that never hurts.

The average American uses only 12 of her 14 vacation days each year. In Europe, that average is closer to 20. It’s not even a question to ask which economic entity has a higher life expectancy. Europe of course.

If saving your life isn’t enough of a reason to take a few vacations, here is another: People who take annual vacations are more productive.

A 2010 study found that 35% of Americans feel better about their job and are more productive after a vacation. Vacations have been found to help us recharge — we sleep better during them and for a period of time afterwards. And our brain responses become quicker after vacations.

So what’s the point of all this? Simply to make sure you think about taking the vacation days you’ve earned. Especially considering it’s summer and your little dude is not in school, which makes this the perfect time to take a few days and see things from the viewpoint of a younger dude for once in a while.

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Low Man On The Totem Pole

My middle little dude has achieved one of his lifelong goals: He’s now officially taller than his dad. I was pretty sure I could keep him from guessing this, but, thanks to the arrival of my dad, the little dude has caught on.

I’m not sure why, but the middle little dude has always thought that when he gets to be taller than me, he’ll be able to do whatever he wants. I think he’s equating bigness with toughness. My standard response to him has always been: “You might be bigger than me, but I’ll always be meaner and sneaker.” Well, now it’s time to put up or shut up.

My dad, of course, thinks this is hilarious. The thing is, though, he’s never had to deal with anything like this. At six-feet-two-inches, he’s been taller than his father since he was 16. With two inches less than him, I’ve never been taller than my dad. Now that my oldest little dude is taller than my dad, he’s finally getting a taste for it. Of course, as a grandfather, he never actually has to look up and wag his finger at the tall kid while trying to scold him. He leaves that fun discipline stuff up to the poor parents. It’s an old, but true saying that parents are the common enemy of grandparents and children.

So, anyway, my middle little dude is strutting around the house acting like he’s the big man on campus now, as if he had anything to do with growing tall. I mean, who was it who gave him good food and made him eat the stuff so he could grow? Looking back, maybe I should have let him eat only candy like he wanted. Sure we would have had to pay for more dental work, but then I wouldn’t have had to deal with this attitude.

I’d write more now, but I have to skulk off to my dad cave and begin plotting. I mean, being meaner and sneakier is a lot of work. I’d better get started.

— Richard

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