You don’t understand how indispensable you are as a shift manager. That’s why we pay you $6.50 an hour to work six days a week with people who hate you. You should be grateful we’re giving you a whole weekend off to spend with them.
(Yes, that was my actual Christmas tree in my living room as of last week, before the fiber optics stopped fiber opting. It is now a lifeless, darkened husk, perched grimly on the corner accent table, stirring faintly in the draft from the nearby window, pondering its former multicolored glory. Merry Christmas and may God bless you all!)
The description of the tree has convinced me that you should write.
More.
That’s very kind of you, thanks. I’ve got a lot of ideas percolating, but sometimes Real Life takes precedence, y’know. (Pssst: the Tales of the BossLady are finally set to begin tomorrow.)
I guess you could say that your Christmas tree fiber opted-out.
I am very jealous that I didn’t think of that myself.