That, however, didn't stop the parish from phoning. Even though I notified the boss on Saturday morning and the e-cancellations and phone calls went out, on Sunday afternoon I was trying to sleep when the phone rang. "Your youth group is all here! Where are you?" Thanks for spreading the word, gang. Monday morning, the phone rang: "Where is this?" Sigh.
I'm going to return to work tomorrow. Wow, a one-day work week before I depart for areas to the north. That ought to impress the boss, though I'm definitely going to have to scale back the plans for up north. Then I return middle of next week and work a two-day week. I'm going for employee of the month, obviously.
Ugh. At least I have recent political scandals to keep me entertained.
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sounds like what I had two years ago at the same time of year. The words "projectile" and "massive dehydration" capture it nicely.
Oh, and re: political scandals: sic transit gloria mundi. . . . I am wicked;)
LOL - wicked but hilarious :) And if the boss gives me a hard time, I will use your two *perfect* words to describe what I went through this week, or should I say, what kept going through me.
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