This morning, as I walked into work, I noticed that all three chairs at the reference desk were already occupied by my coworkers.
"Breda, why are you here?"
I checked the schedule. Crap. Day off. Why was I here?
For that matter, why am I here? I've got the day off!
Friday, October 1, 2010
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Haha. I've driven into work on a Saturday. That's always fun.
Enjoy the day off.
I call 'em PDIs, Protein Deficiency Incidents.
Sounds better than "Senior Moment" or "Early Onset Alzheimers."
Or you're here because you want to update us about the Blogmeet next weekend?
The only thing worse than not showing up to work when you're supposed to is showing up on a day off.
When I was new at my current job I didn't understand how the vacation schedule worked. I fought through rush hour traffic so that I wouldn't be late on my first day back from vacation. Only to walk in (after paying for parking for the day) only to be greeted by the supervisor, who in his warm and charming way, asked me "WTF are you doing here, kid? You're still on vacation."
Duh.
It's part of that old-age disease called CRS.
/heh
Oh yeah, been there, done that more than once... sigh...
Yeah, I hate that.
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