Sort of... it was planned, just not by me, who always plans the vacations.
One Friday morning I notice a meeting with my manager scheduled for the entirety of my last hour. Frankly this makes me nervous--I mean there's no reason to fire me, but if I was firing me that might be how I would do it. I kind of try to put it out of my mind and go about my day. When it comes time for the meeting, my manager walks into my office and declares that I'm leaving early today--apparently the meeting is just to make sure I wrap up my day early and don't schedule any clients for that hour. At that moment I get a text from my husband. Apparently he's in the parking lot, with bags packed, and we have to leave now so we can get out of town before rush hour. We spent a wonderful three day weekend in Saugatuck. He'd made hotel and dining reservations, researched what to do and when to do it, even looped in my boss to make it all work, all without letting on at all.