My company gives President's Day off, so my colleagues at work are enjoying a day off. But me? I don't get a holiday.
Noooooo. While my boss gets to enjoy a house full of screaming children, I have to get on a business class seat and go to Spain. THEN I have take clients out for tapas and drink Riojas wine. AND while doing this I have to watch long-legged Spanish girls go back and forth on the street.
I tell you, the things I do for my job. But these days, I guess I should be happy I even have one.
In the mean time I hope that slave driver bastard of a boss enjoys HIS vacation.