Yesterday I suddenly realized I still have nine vacation days left to take in my current service year before my anniversary of August 13 (I'll have been in this particular servitude for ten long, looooong years), and I can only carry over five into my next year, and I have to be in the office every day this week (including Friday, when I'd had medical procedures scheduled that my boss made me change, so it'll now be another couple weeks before I can continue to narrow down the causes of the pain in my left hip/back/groin area). That leaves only next week to take the other days or lose them. So I decided to take the entire week, which my boss (who leaves for Europe again this weekend) has now approved. I have no idea what I'm going to do; go on interviews, if I'm lucky. You know whose fault this all is, that I can't take vacation when I want to and have to wait to get my medical problems straightened out? My boss? Don't be absurd. It's the gays getting married, is what it is:
Video via Diane.
Video via Diane.
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