Write about: the long weekend.
Monday is a holiday here in BC and the tourist hordes started arriving after lunch. Traffic was backed up on Main Street as I drove back into town, I almost got into an accident before my first stop, and I saw at least five more incidents of seriously questionable driver/pedestrian decision making in the following two hours.
So, so glad I'm not working this weekend.
"Bobby, could you come see me at my desk please?"
"Sure, be right there."
"Put down the glue and glitter, Bobby. We need to talk."
"Yes, Mr. Jimmy. Coming."
"For the last time, it's Mr. Lee. Jimmy is my first name."
"Anyway. We need to go over the proposed schedule you submitted for next term."
"Is something wrong with it?"
"Yes, I should think so. Especially your expectations for February."
"More like Fe-boo-ary, right?"
"... yes. In particular, you have apparently planned for a long weekend..."
"... that lasts twenty seven days."