I remember my first job. I knew that I only had the standard .8 days vacation earned/month (or whatever it was), but my subconscious always seemed to get pumped up because the summer was around the corner, or the 2-month Christmas break was coming up. Then, my conscious would tell it what was up, and depression would sink in.
I'd overcome the depression by hitting the beach (1st job was in St. Pete, Fl.), drinking, and staying out late at least 3 nights/week. It sufficed.