God! I am a civil servant!

Rampant paranoia has overtaken me this Easter Monday...

When I woke up this morning I looked outside to see that half of my neighbours had put out their trash and half hadn't: who was right? What did one half know that the other half didn't? Trash day is Monday, but I always get screwed up by holidays, especially Easter. Is the Holiday (ie. day I don't have to haul my ass onto the 401 and head to the centre of Toronto's universe to toil tirelessly in my veal-fattening pen) Good Friday or Easter Monday?

I'll solve the perplexing mystery: today WAS trash day and as I saw the truck ambling down our street I got the garbage out just in time. Yes, only quality slice-of-life adventure served up here on Raging Kraut...

So, of course I'm now freaked out that today may not in fact be a holiday for me...I decide to phone work to see if the office is open. I've even got a fake voice all prepared. I phone: no answer; the phone keeps ringing and ringing. Not even voicemail.

We had both Friday AND Monday off. Thank you Government of Ontario...

OK, now I can relax and catch up on some sleep.

Maybe I'll have that stupid dream where I didn't really finish University and therefore I get fired and get kicked out of my apartment so my dog takes up with a new master, yada yada yada...