Back in 1995, I was working at some place for some months. You had to put your name on the calendar if you were going to take vacation, so I did for the weekend of the Canadian GP like, a month before. The day before I’m leaving, the boss is like “I need you to work tomorrow”. Im like “Uh sorry, I’ll be in Montreal, see, I put my name on the calendar like, a month ago”. After a bit more discussion boss was:”Well if thats the way your’e going to be then today’s your last day!”. I’m like “Fine!”.

Went to the race to see Jean Alesi’s only win in my beloved screaming Ferrari V12. BEST RACE EVER!, Totally worth it. Got a better job a couple weeks later.