So, you’re asking about the weather in Croatia in September, huh? It’s funny, that month always sticks in my mind when I think about Croatia. Everyone says it’s pretty much perfect. You know, the summer crowds start to thin out, the sun’s still blazing but not too scorching, and the Adriatic Sea is still wonderfully warm for a swim. That’s the dream, right?
I actually dug into all this myself a good few years back. I was dead set on going. Spent hours, I tell ya, looking up average temperatures for places like Dubrovnik, Split, and those islands like Hvar or Korčula. All the guides and forums were saying the same thing: September is prime time. Less rain than later in autumn, still plenty of daylight for exploring. I practically had the daily forecasts memorized a month out.
I had it all mapped out. Flights booked, a nice little apartment with a sea view sorted out in a quieter bay. I even bought a new pair of swimming trunks, if you can believe it. I was picturing myself, feet up, cold drink in hand, watching the sunset over the water. That was the plan, anyway.
Then, just about two weeks before I was due to fly out, things at my old job went completely sideways. My manager, a fellow named Peterson – real piece of work, that one – he calls me into his office. “Big project just landed,” he says, all puffed up. “Gonna need all hands on deck for the next month, maybe two.” Just like that. My Croatia trip? He just shrugged. “You’ll have to push it back, Tom,” he said, like it was nothing. Didn’t even ask, just told me.
Now, I’d been slogging my guts out for that company for nearly five years. I’d told Peterson about this holiday months in advance. He’d even nodded and said “sounds nice” at the time. But when the chips were down, my plans, my time off, meant absolutely zero to him. It was all about his project, his deadlines. I was just a cog.
So, I had to cancel everything. Lost the deposit on that lovely apartment. The airline stung me with cancellation fees that made my eyes water. And for what? That “big project” Peterson was so hyped about? It was a disaster from day one. Poorly planned, under-resourced, and the client kept changing their mind. We all worked ourselves into the ground, late nights, weekends, the whole nine yards. And guess what? Six months down the line, after all that stress and cancelled holidays, they shelved the whole damn thing. Complete waste of time.
I learned a valuable lesson from that whole mess, though. Mostly about Peterson and how much that company actually valued its people. Or rather, how much it didn’t. It took me another year, but I eventually walked away from that place. Found something much better, where they actually treat you like a human being.
Funnily enough, I heard through the grapevine a while back that Peterson tried to revive a similar project after I left. Apparently, it crashed and burned even harder the second time around. Some people just never learn, do they?
So yeah, September in Croatia. I bet the weather’s still lovely. Maybe one of these days I’ll actually get to see it for myself. Without Peterson or his “big projects” hanging over my head. A man can dream, right?
