Today was my one of my special days. I was not granted my request

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Today was my one of my special days. I was not granted my request off from work today. I did not care much, but the fact that I did not causes me more pain than the absent free time. A person should try to be free on an important day. But my concern is at a point where that is the end point. The principle of sadness causes more reaction than actual feelings. I felt the thin cardboard slice into my left index finger today. It was shallow enough of a cut to not require further thought. Much like most occurrences these days.
I left the building I work at feeling stable and sane, and glad. It is one of my special days, after all. I drove to a fast food restaurant and ordered an abnormal amount of burgers.
The employee told me "you guys have a good day". It was a genuine expression. I laughed to myself knowing that this was one meal for me. I turned left and headed back home.
The burgers were slowly placed into my mouth while the glow of my screen illuminated the walls around my computer.
I will awake while my heart pounds. A bus outside rose me from my thoughtless sleep. I work today and tomorrow. My special day is only realized through abstract angles reflecting into my own mind while I sit without movement.