Because everyone has decided to get married and/or have babies out of state this year, I'm out of vacation days. That being said, after being dumped on my a$$ this past weekend, I needed a personal day to sort some of the mess out. Negotiating with my manager:
Manager: [walks over to shoot the breeze on this lovely Monday afternoon] Hi, how was your weekend?
Me: Terrible, I was dumped via text.
Manager: [surprise face] Uhhhh, wow, brutal.
Me: [noticing prey is stunned and vulnerable, I pounce] that being said, can I take Thursday off, please? I kind of need a mental health day.
Manager: [regains some consciousness] Yes, er, I guess, let me check with the boss.
Me: [knowing the kill is mine, agrees and puts on my best poker face]
[Manager walks into a full meeting where boss if currently leading discussion with two of our consultants]
[Me, poker face still intact, internally is mortified and embarrassed- but praying to God the two FEMALE consultants add pressure to Boss Man to show a little mercy].
[Manager walks out of the meeting 30 minutes later with a smile and a thumbs up.]
[I keep composer, but internally I'm flipping desks and throwing papers shouting "Fuck yea, like a boss!"]
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