So. Fireman Fred called me into his office today and had me close the door.
What now, I thought.
He pulled a piece of paper from his desk and I knew it wasn't walking papers. Usually, they're in a much larger folder.
"Okay," he said. "Looking over the bonus program for 2007, here's the amount you'll be getting."
He pointed to a figure.
I thought, holy crap. This is, like, a house payment and a half.
Don't get me wrong. I am ever so grateful. But for heaven's sake, please stop playing with my pore ol' head. It gets consternated and confabulated enough without upper management shenanigans.
No matter what else happens, I have a long weekend this week. Well, yeah. I'm going to work tomorrow morning. And I'll come home at noon and start cleaning the house and trying to catch up on reading for class. And yeah, I have a gig at Volunteer Theatre tomorrow evening. But Sunday's open and then Monday, I go to Volunteer Theatre at 8 am to blow up balloons and hang streamers for a party they're having. And, you know, laundry and cleaning and reading for class. Wow, it sure it nice to catch a break.
No. Really.
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