You tell the teammate you’re going on a trip to celebrate your birthday. You tell the teammate the dates. The teammate knows you both can’t take days off at the same time. Then your teammate does the unthinkable. He informs your boss he’s taking a leave of absence. On the same dates of your planned birthday trip. It’s a nasty birthday gift. Plain nasty.
I’m turning 32 in a little more than an hour. To be exact, I should only be turning a year older at 6am. That’s the time I got forced out of my mother by a pair of forceps. Happy birthday to me. And goodbye to the plane ticket and hotel reservation. Yeah. I’m pissed. And I’m going to work on Sunday. That’s the 3rd Sunday in a row.
Rant over. Or not.