Thursday night.
Andy: Sucks you have to work tomorrow.
Me: Yep.
Andy: Maybe you shouldn't use all your vacation time so early in the year.
Me: I know. I'm going to try and save 2 days next year just for the day before and day after Thanksgiving. That way I can hit all the door buster sales.
Andy: You know what? Maybe it's best you work the day after Thanksgiving. Our bank account appreciates it.
Boys just don't understand!
It used to be that all offices had the day off the day after Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, there are a lot of companies that are finding it difficult to pay their employees so they are making them drag their asses in to work. OZ has only given us the day off once in my 4 years working there so I knew I'd have to pick up my weary bones on Friday and head to the Asylum. He normally takes the day off so it's not too painful because I can just put on a pair of sweats and not have to worry about my appearance too much. This year, however, he decided to see patients.
Friday Morning, day after Thanksgiving, I was watching the front desk for Cowardly Lion, the receptionist, while she got coffee. It was so early, my top and bottom lashes were still sealed shut.
Male patient: I would hate to work in a place that's open the day after Thanksgiving!
Me: It's no big deal. We're closing at noon so...
Patient: [leans in towards me and invades my personal space] Yeah but you still had to get up early and drive all the way over here.
Me: And me being sick and all. [coughing violently]
Patient backs away and goes to sit down.
Later in the morning, I was watching the front desk while the receptionist went to the restroom.
Patient checking in: I was thinking of rescheduling my appointment today but I thought, if you guys were going to be open, might as well make you work hard.
[laughs hysterically]
Me: Oh, I see you're getting your cast removed today. I'll make a note on your chart so that they'll use the special saw.
Patient [jaw dropped]: The special saw?
Me: I'm just kidding! That's what I call my "bitter, day after Thanksgiving, sense of humor".
Patient: I'm sorry you have to work the day after Thanksgiving.
Me: Me too.
After the patient left, Glynda came into the business office.
Glynda: Did you tell that patient you were going to tell us to use a special saw.
Me: Yep. In my defense, he pissed me off.
Glynda: Well he told OZ.
Me [pretending not to be interested but in reality crapping my pants (in a ladylike way)]: Yeah?
Glynda: OZ laughed and told him you had a special skill set we use against attorneys and insurance companies but you weren't really a people person because of your evil streak.
Me: Here I thought I hid it well.
Glynda: I don't know what to say.
Me: "Good job?" "You Rock?" "Don't relieve the receptionist anymore?" all of these are acceptable.
She didn't respond.
I will be turning in my vacation sheet taking the day after Thanksgiving off as soon as 2010 hits my calendar.
