"I guess I'll stay." You shrug. Although you've been looking forward to this vacation for far too long, you really need your job when you get back.
"Thank god somebody has their priorities right." Denise smirks triumphantly. "See you tomorrow, eight sharp."
"Eight?" You query. "But that's an hour..."
"We have a LOT of work to do tomorrow. I need you here the whole day, and maybe part of the night too." Denise explains, waving her coffee cup dismissively. "I'd recommend getting some sleep."
Nodding with resignation, you head towards the parking lot. You stare at the plane tickets next to you on the seat of your car as you drive home, regretting your decision. It's not like they could fire you for not working, but Denise could easily have made your life miserable when you got back.
Unwilling to do much of anything, you log on to your computer when you get home, delete the spam, and then get ready for bed. It takes a while, but you finally fall asleep, with dreams of your aborted vacation in your mind. |