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dragonlady7All right. My parents are coming next weekend. I can't get Sunday off. So now Mom's cutting the visit short. They're just coming Monday and Tuesday. Which means Dave won't be home, because he has to work. Which means we can't do any of the home improvement projects I've been stuck on for months and wanted Dad's help with. Which means my snowblower will never be reassembled, that walkway will never be laid, the gutter on the back porch won't be replaced, and I'll never actually manage to install a power outlet in my attic.
Because work won't give me Sunday off. They'll let other people have that day off without replacements, but not me.
It is thoroughly pathetic that I am twenty-six years old and sitting on my couch actually sobbing because I can't have a day off from work.
Maybe I can just put a pot on top of the pile of bricks in my front yard and say it's a planter and looks like that on purpose.
Because work won't give me Sunday off. They'll let other people have that day off without replacements, but not me.
It is thoroughly pathetic that I am twenty-six years old and sitting on my couch actually sobbing because I can't have a day off from work.
Maybe I can just put a pot on top of the pile of bricks in my front yard and say it's a planter and looks like that on purpose.
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Date: 2006-05-22 03:01 pm (UTC)I would call in sick, personally.
Bastards.
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