“Now, about Monday…” my boss continues.
I have no idea what is supposed to be happening on Monday. What haven’t I organised? Whose hotel haven’t I booked?
“Monday… Now, let me see…” I reply, in the calmest, most in control super secretary voice I can muster, while hastily opening his calendar in Outlook to see what I’ve missed.
The computer responds at a leisurely pace, mired in the middle of some pesky spysweeper scan.
“Oh, you’re breaking up, can you hear me? Hello? Hello?” I improvise, praying that he is not, in fact, calling from a landline.
And then the window pops up and I notice “[PETITE] OFF” on Monday 27 March 2006.
“Ooh! I’m on holiday! I’d forgotten! What a lovely surprise!” I cry, unable to curb my enthusiasm.
Miss Moneypenny would never have lost her composure like that. I have a lot to learn.
I can almost hear in my boss’s silence his chagrin at having reminded me of my forgotten holiday. There is a good chance that had he not, I would have appeared at 9.07 am sharp, none the wiser, and done a full day’s work.
So. My question is, what shall I do with this day of freedom, which has fallen unexpectedly out of the sky and into my lap?
Suggestions in my comments box please. Preferably inexpensive ones, as the end of the month is approaching.