Sonnet 50

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel’s end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
‘Thus far the miles are measured from thyfriend!’
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov’d not speed being made from thee.
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.

 I reiterated that this is her last year as a student and thus her last year getting a month off for the holidays, and she needs to get used to not being able to go home for weeks at a time.

Reiterate repeat

It’s not typical, though, to ask for bereavement-related time off two years after the fact, and if the death was really two years ago, your employee is handling the time off requests rather unusually.

bereavement 死別

https://www.inc.com/alison-green/my-employee-wants-too-much-time-off-for-holidays.html

The giveaway also extends to other hospital staff, like janitors and security, mental health workers and active-duty military.

Janitor 用務員

https://www.cnn.com/2020/12/01/business/starbucks-healthcare-workers-trnd/index.html