Forced Holidays

So yesterday I was informed that I would be enjoying a four day weekend. Ms. Wilkes decided to create what she calls a "Forced Holiday". This supposedly means that it is nameless and self invented out of thin air for no particular reason at all. Guess what else it means? It is UNPAID. You got it. Because she decides to gallivant across Nantucket sipping a Perier in a cravat and a dickey, I'm forced to take an entire days pay cut. Luckily, Mr. Tibbs (who also controls payroll) is seeing to making sure there is no decrease in next week’s paycheck.

*Side note: I just calculated that if I were to work at McDonalds seven days a week, with overtime I would be making more than I do here. Food for thought (no pun intended).

On top of everything else, I’ve been recruited to help Ms. Wilkes back to her apartment after work today (remember, she just had surgery) which includes the usual flirtatious encounter with her daughter in which I have to find some sorry excuse to bail out of a twenty minute conversation (last time I used the, "My girlfriend's waiting for me at Thalia for our 6:30 reservation" excuse).

Things managed to flow smoothly today, despite her terrifying me when I walked in the door this morning by saying, "Today's gonna be a busy one." Thank God she's a compulsive liar. I even decided to go against the system and take an hour and fifteen minute lunch during of which I made a trip to John Allan's for some serious relaxation and a vodka soda. Pretty decent way to go into the long weekend if you ask me.

Now is the time where I must bid you farewell for a few days of much needed vacation. I'll be retreating up to Cape Cod for one of my best friends weddings (man does time fly). You may ask yourself how I am affording such an elaborate endeavor. I might add that the only positive that came out of waiting two years to break into the industry is that I was able to save an exorbitant amount of money, some of which I’ve made wise investments with, others I’ve chosen to watch grow in a money market with an excellent APY. If you haven't already, I highly recommend doing so yourself (unless you're perfectly content with eating Ramen and wearing that same A&E T-shirt that you got for your sixteenth birthday over and over again).

Until next time, no matter how bad things may get, always remember that there are starving children in the Sudan, you could be serving 100 years to life, you're hearts still beating and your vision is still acceptable (since you've made it through this Blog thus far). When you step out of the office, make the world your playground and be sure to savor life’s "Forced Holidays".