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Reason to Take a Day Off of Work (Approved by Sigmund Freud!)<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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The thought hit me…this morning as I was getting ready for another day of work. I happen to be a freelance writer and my office is in our home.<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

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The dogs were walked, my wife was getting ready for her 9-5 shift in a more traditional workplace. <\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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I was preparing to make eggs for myself and was going to mop the muddy prints from the floor which the dogs had brought in from the backyard after a morning of drizzle in the Holy City of Jerusalem<\/a>.<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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I reached for the floor cleaner and the oil for the pan. I poured the floor cleaner into the sizzling griddle and dumped the cooking oil onto the floor! A second later as the house began to smell of boiling cleaning solution I realized my mistake and thought to myself in exasperation:<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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"Holy SHIT Yoni, you need a day off of work!"<\/em><\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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It was then that my mind drifted back…many years. Just about fifteen to be exact. I had finished my Master’s Degree at West Virginia University<\/a> (WVU) and had finished my internship at Sinai Hospital of Baltimore<\/a>, Maryland. <\/font><\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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I was hired thereafter as a full-time employee in Sinai’s Department of Rehabilitation. It was while while I was in the Personnel Department filling out my employment papers that I noticed something strange. There was a form with a list of days off. The regular vacation days. Sick days. And…<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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PSYCHOLOGICAL Days Off:<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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I asked the clerk in the Personnel Office what these days were. Vacation days, she explained. Though not just any vacation days…<\/font><\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Whereas sick days were days in which a note was needed from a doctor, "Psychological Days" required no such documentation. They were reserved entirely for those five or six days a year when each employee felt , whether due to stress, tension or whatever…that he or she was simply not in the right mindset to report to work. <\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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No excuse from a doctor needed; no bullshit "Ferris Bueller<\/a>" <\/font><\/strong>excuse needed when making the phone call. No advanced notice needed. Simply: "This is fill in your name<\/u> calling…I’m taking a psych day today!"<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Taking a Psych Day Today!<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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I have work <\/font>to do today. Research. An abstract. A speech to finish for a CEO’s retirement gala…<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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But when I pour floor cleaner in an egg-pan and get ready to mop the floor with cooking oil, something tells me I’ve been working too hard.<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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I’m getting the dog’s leashes on at this moment…the clouds have given way to sunshine…we’ll be going for a picnic lunch at "the Tayelet<\/a>," a woodsy promenade which overlooks the Old City of Jerusalem<\/a>. Lots of trees and nice hiking trails. And I’ve told my wife to take the afternoon off…we’ll be going out for an early dinner and a walk downtown.<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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The truth is, I’m a freelancer. I have only myself to answer to. If I had strict deadlines with my current projects, I would plow on, clients and customers do come first. But the fact is tomorrow is another day.<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Today I’m taking advantage of a concept I learned many years ago. It’s about refreshing the proverbial batteries, clearing the head of cobwebs, resting and relaxing…<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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And getting back the energy and focus for the long-haul!<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Next time you feel the pressure getting to you…<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Give yourself a day off…<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Consider it approved by Sigmund Freud!<\/em><\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n

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