The Queen of the Day Off

I had to work all week because Melissa, the queen of the day off, had taken the week off, so I had to work all week.

You know, if I want to work full time, I'd get a full time job, I think, as she asks me to work for her. "Yeah, sure," I say.

Then she reminds me of the next couple of weeks she is taking off over the next few months.

I smile nervously.

"You okay to work for me?"

"Yeah, sure," I say. I can feel my jaw clenching as I say it. Grrrr.

What can you do?

I know, first world problems. And if I don't like it go and work somewhere else, I hear you say. Well, that is what Sam would say, did say, so I have to whinge here.