Taking a week off from work always sounds like a grand idea. Then comes the part where you actually are expected to go back, on time if possible, and resume the daily grind. Of course, it's never that easy. No one is indispensable, but it's amazing how many things can't be done if you aren't there. So a whole day is spent cleaning up the messes, calming down the masses, and trying to locate the surface of your desk that HAS to be somewhere under the groaning mound of trade publications and important notices, not to mention wading through the rubbish in your e-mail to find that one message that is of vital importance.
Of course, if we're ever honest with ourselves, we know that most of this crap doesn't matter. In five years you won't remember why the decision over how much to spend on printers or scanners or computers was so important at the time. It won't matter because no matter which ones you choose, they won't ever please your customers entirely. Eventually they will break, wear out, or suddenly start doing strange things for no apparent reason. They are machines. Just pick one and make it work as long as you can, then replace the damned thing with the next model. I just want my customer to be able to do his blinkin' job - if he's happy, I'm happy, and the world will continue to turn.