Everyone has been waiting to hear what the work schedule is for this weekend. If we were working, I'd have gone in. I keep telling myself that this boom time will not last, so I am 'making my hay while the sun shines' as the saying goes. But I would be a liar if I didn't admit that a very big part of me was hoping that they were not working this weekend, because I really need to get the garden in.
There was due to be a big meeting at 2. The Powers-That-Be were going to decide then.
About 3 o'clock, we were all called to the center of the room and it was announced that they were pleased with our work and that they decided to give us the three day Memorial weekend.
I was relieved. I've been working some long hours.
One of the college kids was leaving at 3:30, which is our regular quitting time. I always stay for the couple hours of over time. The young man called out cheerfully, "I hope you have a great weekend, Debby!"
I looked at him, a little surprised. "You've got tomorrow off then?"
He looked at me. "Tomorrow's Friday," I said.
And he said, "Didn't you hear? We got a three day weekend because we are working so hard!"
I looked at his happy face, and I hated to break it to him, but somebody needed to. "Um. The three day weekend is for Memorial Day. We have Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off."
He looked a little stunned as he stared at me. "Oh...okay. That makes sense. I'm glad you told me. I would have looked pretty dumb."