March 9th, D-120 I set my dates. July 8th 'til July 27th, both included. This year we were asked to put our dates down early - by the end of February. Of course, we were not returned the favor yet and so I have no idea if my "wish" will be granted or not. This is an important job I have. The place can not run without me. The Big Bosses need me to tell them 6 months in advance when I intend to take my summer vacation as I am a Very Important Person. . . . I'm a gas station attendant in a supermarket. Okay, I'm exaggerating. Sometimes I get to work inside the store,too. At those self-checkout registers. Or at a real one. I can even make those "faithful customers" cards. I answer the phone. When I'm lucky, I get to put anti-theft devices on underwear. When I'm really lucky, I get to stack shelves with the guys. The "promotion" I was supposed to get in September has been pushed back and back again. Last I knew, it was supposed to start in March. I would be in charge of our online store. Might want to tell the Big Boss we might need, let's say, a computer for that. Preferrably one that doesn't run on Windows 98 and includes more than one USB port. Let's just say, I ain't getting my hopes up yet. What do you do when your job bites ? You dream about going to Disney. You bring the Passporter with you in your little glass cage and take notes between customers. You wear Mickey socks and carry around a Goofy "kooky" pen you got on your last vacation. And when the days are long are boring, you debate the merits of Annual Passes and Dining Plans. Livin' on a prayer, baby.