In Yr Libraries Pwning Yr Holidays

For two months I've been happily planning my five day Pagan Tree Ritual Holiday vacation. I'd been told in Oct-fucking-tober that we were off Thursday to Tuesday. So I planned to either go home after work grab a couple winks and then get on the road ass crack of pre-dawn early or head out right after I get off work and drive all night. That way I'd get to spend as much of the 5 days with my family as possible. Doesn't that sound idyllic and heartwarming?
Rumours began to circulate-in the form of books being due the Sat. before XMas, that Holmesian sense of observation of mine at work-that maybe we were open. Weird, no? Yes. Word then came down that we were so open on Sat. For a few moments I feel into a deep depression filled with images of me spending the biggest family day of the year alone watching my House DVDs and whimpering quietly into a bottle of bourbon and eating General Tso's Chicken straight from the box. But I am a go getter. So I called and requested the day off. I don't work for the library after all, I'm a fucking temp. That means I don't have to give up my holiday for work. See how that works? They give me no promises and in return they get no loyalty.

But-there's an upside. Yeah! I know! I'm shocked too! The woman I talked to at the agency said that all the words coming about me are good-she was damned friendly to me if I do say so myself. Like we were old chums from the day. It gives me the feeling that I will eventually get work. This impression at this job has been good. For once. Since I keep my stupid mouth shut most of the time. It all boils down to caring a lot or not caring at all. In my world those two things look almost exactly alike. I'm fun that way.