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to play at pooh sticks
Sep. 6th, 2006 05:56 pmMost of those of you who pay any attention to this LJ at all will know that I recently changed jobs. Not exactly deliberate but ultimately for the best. My supervisor called me over today and told me that he'd worked out on which day I have a rostered day off.
Rostered Day Off
Mmmmm. Say it with me. Roll the "r"s properly.
Rrosterrrerd daaaay oorrrf.
There's something almost sinfully decadent about that notion to someone who's been working on a casual basis for the last few years. Days off in the middle of the week present no particular novelty, but to be paid to not go to work for the day offers a way to have one's cake whilst having eaten it that is a bit special. It'll become routine eventually, I'm sure, but the first couple I may just spend wandering around the house naked, drinking coffee and pondering upon the fact that I'm being paid to do so. Depending on how cold it is of course, dressing gowns may be involved. And crumpets with what any respectable person would say is far too much butter and honey.
Rostered Day Off
Mmmmm. Say it with me. Roll the "r"s properly.
Rrosterrrerd daaaay oorrrf.
There's something almost sinfully decadent about that notion to someone who's been working on a casual basis for the last few years. Days off in the middle of the week present no particular novelty, but to be paid to not go to work for the day offers a way to have one's cake whilst having eaten it that is a bit special. It'll become routine eventually, I'm sure, but the first couple I may just spend wandering around the house naked, drinking coffee and pondering upon the fact that I'm being paid to do so. Depending on how cold it is of course, dressing gowns may be involved. And crumpets with what any respectable person would say is far too much butter and honey.
