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Do I even have dressy clothes?!
My bosses are scaring me.
It all started when we had a pre-Thanksgiving get-together for lunch. We don't get a lunch hour or anything where I work; we eat in the office. We only work five to six hours. So Julie said, let's go out to lunch, my treat. We spent an hour and a half outside of the office on a lunch break we don't have, she paid for the lunch, and we were paid for the time that we spent eating on her dollar.
Okay, I said, so she's quirky. It was very sweet.
She gave us Thanksgiving off paid, but, because I don't work Thursdays, she gave us FRIDAY off paid, and Meghan had to come in on Thanksgiving, I think. So I got a Get Out Of Work Free Pass. Cool. It's very nice of her, and she was very tolerant that I had to take the Wednesday off for travel.
Of course Christmas we get off paid, and again, the Vargases are very understanding that I need the Friday previous to Christmas off. (Hanukkah is Christmas Day this year, btw. WTF, calendar? That's not the way that goes.)
For some reason they're also insisting on taking us out to a holiday lunch.
At the Harvard Faculty Club.
The kind of elite establishment where you need credentials to get in.
The kind of expensive establishment where the lunch salad is $17.
The kind of establishment where we were told absently, "You'll have to dress up."
And we get the whole day off. Paid.
...when do they show up on my front door with a dead goat?
It all started when we had a pre-Thanksgiving get-together for lunch. We don't get a lunch hour or anything where I work; we eat in the office. We only work five to six hours. So Julie said, let's go out to lunch, my treat. We spent an hour and a half outside of the office on a lunch break we don't have, she paid for the lunch, and we were paid for the time that we spent eating on her dollar.
Okay, I said, so she's quirky. It was very sweet.
She gave us Thanksgiving off paid, but, because I don't work Thursdays, she gave us FRIDAY off paid, and Meghan had to come in on Thanksgiving, I think. So I got a Get Out Of Work Free Pass. Cool. It's very nice of her, and she was very tolerant that I had to take the Wednesday off for travel.
Of course Christmas we get off paid, and again, the Vargases are very understanding that I need the Friday previous to Christmas off. (Hanukkah is Christmas Day this year, btw. WTF, calendar? That's not the way that goes.)
For some reason they're also insisting on taking us out to a holiday lunch.
At the Harvard Faculty Club.
The kind of elite establishment where you need credentials to get in.
The kind of expensive establishment where the lunch salad is $17.
The kind of establishment where we were told absently, "You'll have to dress up."
And we get the whole day off. Paid.
...when do they show up on my front door with a dead goat?
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