"Ya know, that's really sweet of you to ask me to stay, Denise." You chuckle, "but ya see this?" You hold up a convention badge that you had secreted in your pocket all day.
"What about it?" Denise asks, taking a sip of her coffee.
"It means I'm off the clock and I don't have to listen to you." You smirk, breezing past Denise with a laugh.
"I will not forget this, " Denise shouts after your retreating form.
Hell with her, you think. You're off to a week of gaming, sci-fi, comics and all the other things that make your life in this cubicle farm tolerable. There aren't too many babes where you're going, but hell with it.
You whistle softly as you drive home. You aren't sure what came over you to tell your boss off like that, and you'll probably regret it when you get home, but who cares?
At home you try to remember all the events that you've scheduled yourself for. You don't remember, so you pack everything into your car. At least, if worst comes to worst, you'll be prepared.
Finally, you're ready to go, and you think about the situation you're staying in. |