Christmas bells are ringing... somewhere else.
Man, let me tell you, I have been looking forward to today all week. All those finals, I was fried by Wednesday. I kept telling myself that I just had to make it to Friday and everything would be hugs and puppies. I mean, come on, two days of absolute freedom.
Well, not absolute. I do have a date with a dungeon on Sunday and meeting for the movie on Saturday, but absolute freedom aside from that.
And it started out just peachy. I knew it would, Fridays almost never fail me. Unless you count that bit about never having anything to do on Friday night. Anyway, I woke up on time, I had a shower, I had cold pizza for breakfast, everything was golden. It's payday plus a Christmas bonus. I was starting to get really excited.
Then my boss says, "We need to talk about some bad news."
And I'm think, 'Oh, fuck. What'd I mess up?' But I say, "What's up?"
"My mom is moving back to town. She needs a job and she can work more hours. I'm sorry, I don't have enough work for both of you. She's going to start on January 6th."
And at this point the water works want to kick in, but I somehow manage a smile and say, "Oh. Well, yeah. I understand."
She apologizes some more and says something about severance if I'll stay through the end of the month. I kinda just want to leave now, but that's only because my last five minutes of work were the longest, most awkward I've had in a long time.
Then my gramma picked me up from work. I recently applied for a scholarship. I received a letter from the scholarship people saying they'd gotten my information. I showed it to my gramma because she loves seeing proof of things. Apparently, she and my grandfather are talking like I've already been awarded the scholarship. Which is great! Unless I don't get it. And I'm really afraid I won't get it.
Man, the first two hours of today were so awesome. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go run away to Afghanistan now. Save myself the embarrassment of dealing with the rest of this fucking month.
God, I hate the holidays.
Well, not absolute. I do have a date with a dungeon on Sunday and meeting for the movie on Saturday, but absolute freedom aside from that.
And it started out just peachy. I knew it would, Fridays almost never fail me. Unless you count that bit about never having anything to do on Friday night. Anyway, I woke up on time, I had a shower, I had cold pizza for breakfast, everything was golden. It's payday plus a Christmas bonus. I was starting to get really excited.
Then my boss says, "We need to talk about some bad news."
And I'm think, 'Oh, fuck. What'd I mess up?' But I say, "What's up?"
"My mom is moving back to town. She needs a job and she can work more hours. I'm sorry, I don't have enough work for both of you. She's going to start on January 6th."
And at this point the water works want to kick in, but I somehow manage a smile and say, "Oh. Well, yeah. I understand."
She apologizes some more and says something about severance if I'll stay through the end of the month. I kinda just want to leave now, but that's only because my last five minutes of work were the longest, most awkward I've had in a long time.
Then my gramma picked me up from work. I recently applied for a scholarship. I received a letter from the scholarship people saying they'd gotten my information. I showed it to my gramma because she loves seeing proof of things. Apparently, she and my grandfather are talking like I've already been awarded the scholarship. Which is great! Unless I don't get it. And I'm really afraid I won't get it.
Man, the first two hours of today were so awesome. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go run away to Afghanistan now. Save myself the embarrassment of dealing with the rest of this fucking month.
God, I hate the holidays.