After a week off of work and the extra-plus day because of the fourth of July I've come to the realization that:
I really, really don't want to go back to work tommorow (or today, however one wants to perceive it?).
...by the dark gods, my next vacation isn't till October. How shitty is that? Hopefully I can sneak a few extra days off here and there between then...hopefully.
Thanks...the management.
I really, really don't want to go back to work tommorow (or today, however one wants to perceive it?).
...by the dark gods, my next vacation isn't till October. How shitty is that? Hopefully I can sneak a few extra days off here and there between then...hopefully.
Thanks...the management.
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