I’m going somewhere really expensive this summer vacation … the gas station.
I need a summer vacation, but the only tropical thing I can afford is an air freshener.
My summer vacation consists of periodically noticing the exotic beach location I use as a desktop pattern.
I need a vacation. And by “vacation” I mean I need to move away and find a new job … on a beach … with rum.
The closest I get to a vacation is the far-away look in my eyes.
What sucks is that all of the vacation benefits get sucked out of you by the post-vacation workload you come back to.
I’m looking forward...