I think I might hate my new boss.

A storm front brought in a hail of ice here, so a lot of people were able to go home early…. except for me of course.

Which wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t turned out that due to some recent policy changes, no work would be coming in for me tonight. So now I’m left here to twiddle my thumbs for 3 hours until my shift finally and mercifully ends, and then I get to drive home 15 miles in the dark on what now has to be one very long sheet of ice because the snow plows haven’t quite gotten to salting and sanding it yet.

The phone rings, and I pick up. It’s the boss. Hey, he remembered me! Maybe he’s calling to tell me I can leave early since there’ll be no more work. Maybe I misjudged him after….

“Linc, can you see if there’s a pink slip of paper on my desk?”

“Oh…yeah, sure, hold on….”

I go to look. There’s a slip with a number on it.

“Yeah I see it….”

“What’s the number?”

I give it to him.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome! So I guess I’ll see you on Mon….”

*click*

………………..yep, I think I hate my new boss.

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