It's Martin Luther King Day and I am at work when I'm supposed to be out in my community doing service and helping people and junk, or showing off my awesome snowboarding skills on the slopes or sitting on my couch in sweatpants eating Cheerios out of the box. I'm pretty sure everywhere else in the country is closed except for the Asian deli on my corner. I didn't even get my mail today. I mean, wtf?
The only logical explanation is that my company is racist. And when I tried explaining this to my mom, she was like I have work too, you know and then I was all SCREW THE MAN. But that example doesn't even count because she works for a hospital and its not like sick people take a vacation from being sick and stuff. Or I guess they do and you could call that death, which is a drag, obviously and anyway, when you put it that way, I'd rather be at work than be dead, geez.
P.S. I don't really think my company is racist.
P.P.S. Please don't fire me.