You yawn as you get out of your bed. The sun was coming through your blinds, and you had to avoid all the stuff on the floor of your room to get to the door. You thought it was the weekend, and thank the lord for that you needed a break. Your job was getting exhausting.
"Jacob!" You call into the small apartment you shared with your roommate.
They call you name back, "What are you doing here?! Don't you have work today?"
You find them in their room, standing up from their desk, which was cluttered with papers, notebooks, and other writing and school-related supplies.
"Uh no?" You say, "It's Saturday, why would I work today?"
Jacob smacks his forehead, "It's Friday! You are so going to get fired."
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