Saturday Blues

Had to go to work today. Aaaaarrrgh!! Really, what could be worse! (Ok, don't need the count your blessings speech now, thank you).

Its SatuRANTday.

Sherry and I were cursing under our breaths. Actually, it was loud enough for all to hear. And we are in two different cities. Most Saturdays we have to go to work, only to find that there is absolutely no work.

I have this nasty habit of piling up my accrued leave and Sherry is just the opposite. She exhausts even the leave that she is not entitled to. She loves taking vacations after her vacations. She insists she needs a break after the vacation itself. Me, on the other hand, has grown roots that have fastened to my desk and spread their tentacles around my non-ergonomic chair. Sherry has tried beating me over the head about my accumulated leave, but has not succeeded in penetrating my thick skull as yet. I must take a few tips from Kusum Dishoom who seems to take off on a holiday every other month! God bless her employer. (Kusum, chocs and my CV coming your way).

Coming back to Sherry, all of last year she consistently kept her signature out of the attendance register almost every Saturday, as a rule. A laudable effort indeed. All her evil vacation deeds came back to bite her this year and hence, she has taken tips from my book and is chained to her seat all week, week after week. You see, she has exhausted her quota of leave, and how! She has negative leave balance now. So, 2006 sees Sherry at work every Saturday, very busy "leave gathering" as she put it.

Chat with Sherry today went like this...

Sherry: You at work on a Saturday again?

Me: *sheepish laugh* Yeah. I have an RS to attack, only it is attacking me. (RS stands for 'rambling story' aka report).

Sherry: Ok, then its allowed.

Me: Right back at ya, btw!

Sherry: I know, I told you my problem.

Me: Ah...yes.

Sherry: Leave gathering.

Me: Leaves gathering, eh? Its summer, not autumn.

Sherry: Huh?

Me: I'm such a rake. Never mind.

Sherry: Went out for lunch though.

Me: I've given up on life on weekends let alone lunch. Where d'ya go?

Sherry: Hathworks Buelevard.

Me: Sounds fancy shmancy.

Sherry: Had YUMMMMMY dessert at lunch.

Me: Sure, rub it in some more.

Sherry: B-o-u-l-e-v-a-r-d. Ugh...whats the spelling??

Me: You got it right the 2nd time around :-)

Sherry: First time sounded demented.

Me: Haha! Anyway, it's a Saturday, and you're at work. We're allowed to be demented.

Sherry: Yes, I have the same excuse for Monday too.

Me: True. And what about Thursdays and Fridays for you?
(Midweek is when Sherry's workload really hits her between the eyes).

And Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays for me!
(Start to midweek is when I nail work and bring it to its knees).

Darn. That doesn't leave much of the week left, does it?

Sherry: *looooooooooooooooong sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*

Me: *looooooooooooooooong sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*