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I noticed that Beltane is this friday- and lo, I work Fridays. I have no idea how the hell that happened. Anyway, I asked him if I could skip out early. He asked if anyone else had asked off that day, and of course someone had. Then he had a not-so-subtle reflection that it was such a pain in the ass to try to get out of work early on a Friday, and that it was easier for everyone involved for one to just develop a sudden illness and tell a random supervisor that they're going home to nurse themselves back to health. So he basically told me to just leave sick. That will be less funny when I call in sick for all of next Friday to go to Becca's camp-out. That will be the fourth Friday in a row I haven't worked the full day (last week was Lllllano, then there was the whole Mom hearing aide cluster-fuck). Oh well. Boss also told me that he wasn't going approve any more leave for me ever, and that if he had to be here I had to be here. He was very obviously kidding. My boss, what a card.
