Despite the tra la la of last night, I didn’t go to sleep until like 1am. I got a little drunk and started finding former interns on facebook and invited them all to my party, and the ambitious 7:45am wake-up call was met with a groan and a plea to set the alarm for 8:15.
Heavily caffenated, I headed in to work.
Once there, I checked my voicemail.
8:30am – call from my supervisor saying I had the day off.
“fuck”, in this case, is spelled “only one in the office”.
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