Step 1: Call in and request leave while the night shift supervisor is in charge.
Step 2: Get it approved, because you're still a lowly trainee who is of minimal usefulness for staffing.
Step 3: Spend your morning reading
Tucker Carlson porn.
Step 4: ???
Step 5: Profit!
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Alas, there will be no drunken mockery of The O'Reilly Factor tonight, due to a) Bill O. taking the week off (and once again it's the same week Colbert has off... coincidence? or shenanigans?) and b) me having 7TH ROW TICKETS TO SEE POISON TONIGHT YEAH BABY!
Don't even deny that you're all totally jealous.
[P.S. - am I a bad person if I'm thinking about having a shot of booze at 7:00 a.m. just so if they try to get me to come to work anyway, I can't?]
[OH HAY, I have one lonely bottle of Smirnoff Twisted in the fridge, begging to be put out of its misery. I think this is the universe's way of telling me to embrace the slacking off.]