Ace
April of the following year…
“I'm on vacation, motherfuckers!" I raise my arms in victory as I enter the squad room. My declaration is met with boos and wads of paper being thrown my way. One smacks me across the face, and I shoot the thrower a glare, but I can't blame them. I'm headed for a weekend of fun and sun. They're stuck working a stressful job.
“Shut the f**k up, Ace."
I hear the bitching phrase tossed in my general direction. I can't tell which asshole said it, but I can't be bothered. I deserve this time off as much as anyone else does. The last few months have been some of not only the most stressful, but also enlightening ones of my life. Last time I tried to take a vacation…that s**t didn't work out well. I'm beyond excited for this.
“It's not my fault all y'all di
