From the look on her face, I thought my boss had good news.
She was walking over to me with a slight smile on her face and a piece of paper in her hand. Reaching over the half-wall into my cubicle, she handed the paper to me.
The Vacation List.
"You have seniority over someone," she said with a smile. "Pass it along when you're finished."
The paper mocked me as she walked back to her office.
I gazed at the list, not really sure what to make of it.
Seeing as how I was hired before January, I don't get a week's vacation. Instead, I get some God-awful computation that equates something random like every five days I work + every story I write - the number of cookies in a pack of Oreos = one day of vacation time for me. Once I clock a year, I'll automatically get two weeks vacation. Until then, things look a little bleak for me.
Still, the list held my attention. From the dates requested by my seven other co-workers, it looked like I might be working every major holiday for the next 10 years.
A ping of sadness washed over me as I realized I'd be spending my summer working while my co-workers took weeks off at a time.
*Sigh*
At least there's always NABJ.
3 comments:
lol. don't cry boo. i work all the holidays w/o real vacays, too. however, i have seniority over at least 4 people. doesn't really mean a whole lot but its nice to know i'm the go-to person before they are.
Vacation??? What is vacation? I've heard the word before, but I've never experienced it. Oh and by the way, yesterday's celebration of National Doughnut Day was immaculate!!
Don't let them push you around in the newsroom. You're still a commodity, remember that. Get that vacation time.
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