My name is Zombra and my whole life has led up to this moment - only to have all meaning and justice in the universe ripped away like rotting brown paper.
I applied with my boss to take a 3-day weekend on 11-11, 11-12, and 11-13. (Normally I work weekends.) He said it should be no problem.
Shortly thereafter, I find out that a coworker of mine has already requested that week off to go see his stupid family.
NOT ONLY can I not have the weekend off, I am going to have to work EXTRA to cover my friend's vacation.
Truly, this is the end. It's been nice knowing you all. *reaches for bottle of acid*
WAIT! Acid is painful and messy. Here, take this cyanide pill. Much quicker.
Or, suddenly get sick. Heh. *cough, cough,* Sorry Boss, came down with TES Syndrome, will be out for a few days. Very contagious!"