Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

Bah, humbug

For the last several years, long about mid-December, the big boss at work has sent an e-mail saying "Happy holidays! Have an extra day of vacation on us!"

And there was much rejoicing.

This year, mid-December became later December with no announcement. A friend of mine who works in the building with the big shots pointed out to me that there are new people in some of those big positions. Timesheets are due tomorrow, and we haven't gotten the gift of the extra day, so I figure it's time to abandon hope.

The first couple years, the bonus day gave me a giant sigh of relief...finally, wiggle room. I could get the cooking done without having to stay up past midnight. I didn't have to wrap presents just minutes before gifting them. More time...the best present ever.

This year, I was stupid, and it's my own fault...I planned with the extra day off in mind. My mental agenda for Friday did not include being at my desk, and now I'm screwed.

I'm trying not be bitter. I wasn't ripped off...nobody ever promised us this extra day. I'm not sure if it's upper management's way of putting coal in our stockings 'cos we've been bad boys and girls, or if it's just a sign of belt-tightening to come (we didn't get our usual cheesy company-logo'd present, either, come to think of it).

But now I'll be up late tomorrow, fighting the nasty traffic on the way to the hockey game Friday, and up at dawn on Saturday, and it's taken some of the jingle out of my mood.

Posted by Nic at December 20, 2006 07:12 PM | TrackBack