I swear I must be the only person in the history of the working world who doesn't pay attention to when federal holidays are happening.
This past Monday at work, everyone was discussing their plans for the upcoming long weekend.
How did I respond? "Long weekend? Huh?"
Hey dumbass, Labor Day is this coming Monday, we have a three-day weekend.
I'm really bad like this. It must be a disease. If people didn't tell me, I'd probably show up at work anyway. Labor Day, Memorial Day, Veterans' Day, and a few others, I'm sure. Heck I'd likely even show up on Thanksgiving despite the sweet smell of food cooking in our kitchen. That's how dense I am to these things.
Aren't we all supposed to be programmed to think of nothing but holidays? What's wrong with me?
I just got final word that I've been accepted into a local citizen's fire academy. No, I'm not becoming a firefighter despite my lifelong obsession with being one. I'm just going through an eight-week academy where residents get to learn about the stuff that firefighters do.
Oh, but we do go through variations of the actual training and situations that firefighters face and we get to wear the gear and go running into a live-fire drill. How sweet is that?
I'm hoping I can get some pictures if the circumstances allow (not while in the fire, obviously... Kapgar Flambé... bad form).