I knew driving into work this morning the traffic would be light because of the holiday and I was right. I got here and there were only three cars in the parking lot and I thought, Hmmm, that's strange. A lot of black employees take this day off, but I figured there'd be more people here than that. It was eerily quiet in the building, but I had gotten here early, so wasn't too alarmed yet. Then when I went to get a cup of coffee, I started getting the feeling no one was here at all. Then I started to get the feeling I may have actually come into work on a day I wasn't supposed to. Upon checking the 2009 holiday schedule, I confirmed my fear.
I can say with utter and complete confidence this is a first. Usually I'm counting down until the next day off from work and planning my whole weekend around it. This should tell you where my head is at, and at this point I'm guessing it's not attached to my body. I was at work for a little while Friday, but obviously didn't discuss today with anyone. Even Heather asked in an email last night if I have to work today and told her, yes.
The good news is, I had a couple of things to do that needed to be ready first thing tomorrow morning, so it's a damn good thing I did come in. However, I probably would've done these few things on Friday when I was in the office for a little while anyway. But it's okay. I'll finish this shit up in the next hour or so and then I'm out of here and there's no freedom quite like unexpected freedom, right? That's what I'm telling myself anyway.
Won't my boss be impressed when she finds out I am such a dedicated employee as to come in and make sure all my work was done on a holiday. And that's exactly how I'm going to present this situation to her, in case you were even wondering.
I have a feeling I'm never going to live this down.