It was actually supposed to be an awesome time for Halloween. It was a couple years ago, and all my friends were suppose to go to a party out of town. The day before the party, my boss called me, and usually two things would process in my mind; either she wants me to work, or she wants me to work, I wondered what it was going be. My boss: "Hey Trevor, I know this is last minute, but everyone is going out of town, and I was wondering if you can work." I wanted to tell her that I was going to a party, but I couldn't tell her, so I told her yes.
So it was Halloween, and I was stuck watching kids instead of going to the coolest party ever. I mean it's bad watching kids, but I wanted to go to the party. So I found out that we are hosting a kids party at my work, an overnight party. I felt a little better, until the night of the party. I say that , because after the kids eating to much candy and soda, there just bouncing off the walls and running all over the place.
The morning when the party ends, I was so tired and exhausted that I just went home and crawled into bed for the majority of the weekend. It sucked that I couldn't go to the party, but watching kids running around and being crazy beats the heck out of doing nothing at home.
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