Frankly it's a nuisance.
It's a testament to my entirely pleasant working environment that I find holidays to be more effort than they're worth. Basically I have to work twice as hard before I go away, planning for any issues that might arise, and twice as hard when I return, dealing with the backlog of problems. Or I could just stay at work, fixing things if and when they come up and before they evolve into larger issues, with plenty of time in between to drink free coffee.
There's nowhere I particularly want to go, or rather, there's nowhere I want to go that won't cost untold thousands of dollars to get there. I'm not a huge fan of solo travel, and without a Significant Other there's no one I can force into going with me. I know that if I packed myself off to some exotic and beautiful place I'd just be lonely and bored and pining for my MST3K collection, if nothing else.
Plus I must admit that having massive amounts of accrued leave appeals to the miserly hoarder in me. I can look at my balance and say, "I can take a holiday that lasts until November! Or I can take a week off every month until 2010! Or one day a week off for the next two years! Ha ha ha ha ha!" Not that I actually would, because then I wouldn't have any holidays, but I could if I wanted to. Which I don't.
Perversely enough if my employers allowed their staff to cash out spare leave, I would do it in a heartbeat. Then I could buy a new car, or give my mortgage an almighty punch in the head. But they don't, so my leave just accrues like the dustbunnies under my bed.
However at the end of the day I don't think I'm in a position to tell my boss's boss's boss's boss to bite me, so I'm resigned to doing the bare minimum (my favourite amount) and taking next week off. It will give me a chance to blitz my garden, which currently looks like the Somme circa 1916 thanks to an ill-advised landscape restructuring project.