It used to be that the end of the year rolled around and Iâ€™d still have vacation days left over. The policy was use â€˜em or lose â€˜em, but you could roll them over if you promised to take them during January.
At my new job, a place where time may be accrued forever, there seem to be people who are sitting on weeks or months of vacation. Youâ€™ll never see me do that. Iâ€™m using every day.
Why? Because it would be tragic to die and leave vacation time on the table.
While not a big prayer, I found myself thanking God that I had a couple of days off recently. How silly. Thereâ€™s no greater gift than a day at home, but God has bigger matters to look after.
This got me thinking that there must be a patron saint of days off. I was wrong.
So who do we pray to? There are scores of saints for specific occupations, everything from gravediggers to toy makers, so you could always pick from among those — but Iâ€™d suggest the catch-all category of laborers. Among the eight patron saints of laborers, Iâ€™ve decided to pray to Â St. Lucy of Syracuse because she has the coolest name. And like so many saints, she was martyred:
After torture that included having her eyes torn out, she was surrounded by bundles of wood which were set afire; they went out. She prophesied against her persecutors, and was executed by being stabbed to death with a dagger.
Wow. If that doesnâ€™t sound like a bad day at work, I donâ€™t know what does.
St. Lucy doesn’t float your boat? Â How about a prayer to St. Lydwina of Schiedam, patron saint against prolonged suffering, which is what work is sometimes like. Turns out she’s also the patron saint of roller skating, but thatâ€™s another blog post.