Two weeks ago, we were told at work that we would, in fact, be enjoying the long weekend with the rest of Canada.
This was repeated to us two days ago, even.
But that would’ve been just too good, now, wouldn’t it?
Yesterday I was asked to come in on saturday. I don’t mind, really. I mean, after all, I still get two days off, something I’m not entirely used to. Plus, one of the days off, the monday, I’ll be getting paid. Picture that! I’m going to get paid to get drunk. I wish I could make a carreer out of that.
The Iceberg.
