Earlier this week I asked my boss if I could take Friday off.
“What for?” he asked.
“I just feel like a break,” I replied. “Don’t worry; I’ll use my time in lieu.”
“Sorry,” he said, “I need more than a few days notice.” I was a little pissed at his response. It’s not as though we were busy or anything. I’d intentionally made the request on a quiet week.
I rocked up to work Friday and the guy who sits next to me had called in sick. My reward for consideration was an afternoon of filing reports. The selfish fuck I work with was out watching the soccer.
“What for?” he asked.
“I just feel like a break,” I replied. “Don’t worry; I’ll use my time in lieu.”
“Sorry,” he said, “I need more than a few days notice.” I was a little pissed at his response. It’s not as though we were busy or anything. I’d intentionally made the request on a quiet week.
I rocked up to work Friday and the guy who sits next to me had called in sick. My reward for consideration was an afternoon of filing reports. The selfish fuck I work with was out watching the soccer.