I have been thinking the whole week about how bad my Sunday would be, imagining dialogues with the sous-chef, in which I would eventually tell him to show me more respect. I fantasised about how I would report in January to management all the bad things about the sous chef and how he was treating me and was always late on Sundays, all in order to take revenge. Even my last three days off I couldn't enjoy as I was in a bad mood anticipating a bad Sunday. Then today life decided to give me a lesson, and with a literal wake-up call gave me a true reason to worry and be very sad. After that call I couldn't care less about how the sous chef would treat me, and surprisingly he was nice to me all day and all my bad thouhts about him and unhealthy revenge plans were wiped away. Still it was a very bad Sunday, but not for the reason I had expected. I guess I rediscovered life's priorities.