Foiled again

Every year on Thanksgiving Eve, Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve, I get the dreaded memo from HR to let my staff go at 3 so they can go enjoy their holidays.

I left at 6:30 p.m. last night. Which, technically, means I got to leave two hours early myself.

I’m just pissed that I had to stare at the wall for two hours as I awaited the last project to come in. And the real kicker is that I drove to the office instead of working from home because I thought I could attend happy hour. Hah. Foiled again, Goddess. Foiled again.

I went through the same stuff at Ye Olde Workplace Establishment. My first two years there, I basically twiddled my thumbs from 4 p.m. till 6 p.m. till the eagle shit and the fun began again.

I know I could go home in the interim but I really dislike having it infringe on my personal time. I’d rather shoot that turkey in the throat and never have to look at its carcass again.

This on top of hearing that one of my problematic colleagues who bullied us for more money and threatened a million times to quit now gets a raise AND another delightful perk. And he gave me some attitude over e-mail about a project I have been chasing him for. So no, I’m not a happy camper right now.

This Thanksgiving Day, I am thankful for a better year than this ahead. I don’t want to say it can get worse but it has GOT to get better.

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