Byrd and I planned to go up to Oregon to visit family. We would have had to drive, since Byrd doesn't fly, so the whole trip was going to take two weeks. We were going to see things like Yellowstone, Mt. Ranier, Devil's Tower, and so much more along the way. Stuff I've never seen before.
We were going to go in early August.
So in May--yes, MAY--Byrd submitted his vacation request for the two weeks in August we'd picked for the trip.
I planned the itinerary, reserved hotels, mapped our driving route, went to AAA and got a bunch of maps and travel books, and got totally riled up about seeing Prairie Dog Town. Byrd was excited about the prospect of a vacation unaffected by hurricanes.
Then today, a mere three weeks from our departure date, Byrd's higher ups suddenly said he can't have the time off after all!
WTF. Is that even legal??!?
Now I'm sitting here cancelling hotel reservations that I made months ago--some of them nonrefundable--watching our happy vacation crumble while simultaneously wondering just how bad it could be to be in jail. Cause I am this close to a destructive rampage in the corporate offices.
Hey Mom, good news: You won't have to babysit the dogs for two weeks. :'(