Suddenly it doesn't seem so bad

I’ve got Easter weekend off work.
I’d spent the last few days feeling sorry for myself, and feeling hated, and feeling persecuted, and then I just thought “I hate the frigging job anyway. Why not just tell them I have to have the holiday granted, and tell them to stick it up the dairy aisle if they refuse it?”
So last night I spoke to Dave my manager and said something like ‘Look, Dave. I’ve had a really shitty few weeks and I need a few days off. I haven’t seen my sister for over two years and I’ve got the chance to go and visit her. I don’t mind working every Bank Holiday until the end of the year, but please can we find a way to get me off working Easter?’
Two things amazed me about this. First – the fact that I spoke so nicely, because I’d spent all day psyching myself up for an argument and resignation, and secondly – the fact that they actually went for it!
Just before I left today, Dave walked up and said “No probs with Easter, Ches – senior management have ok’d the holiday”
I almost felt like crying. But he’d called me Ches again, so I just grumbled my thanks and came home.
Talk about elation though! Maybe this is a corner turned… Instead of keeping these things in my head and letting them get to me, I should act on them and try to turn things to my advantage, and it might all turn out for the best! Maybe I should try this with Donna and try to win her back. Or maybe I should just petrol bomb the library, and Nottingham…

RC 5-4-09
2230 BST