Miss Fish vs.... the Calendar

It’s Friday, and though I’m not Catholic, it seems as good a day as any to take a quick peek to see how Miss Fish is getting on. (Getting it on, of course, being some people’s assessment of how Miss Fish was hired at BigAnonymous in the first place.)

Several months ago, Miss Fish and her boyfriend* were preparing to go on a trip – in this case, on safari in Africa. “How long are you going for?” I asked as she gathered up her suitcase and purse. To her credit, Miss Fish came into work the day she left, leaving the office at 4pm and heading straight for JFK.

“Uh….” She said. “Well, we come back on Sunday.” It was Thursday afternoon. “I mean, not this Sunday, next Sunday. So it’s this weekend and then next week until Sunday. It’s however many days that is.”

Check plus, Miss Fish. At least we knew you had someone with you out there.
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*Fun fact: Miss Fish’s boyfriend’s last name is Husband. Literally. Me, I’m convinced that this is nature's little way of making sure that if they get married, she’ll always be clear on exactly who that guy in her house is.

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And now, a vintage Beatles cartoon video even more inexplicable than Miss Fish's losing battle with the days of the week: