Sheesh. There's no way I'm catching up around here. I'm just booked too much at work.
In fact, there hasn't been a day this week that hasn't been shifted around, added to, or tweeked in some manner. Saturday, Sunday and Monday all started with the phone ringing and waking me up - "Stephen, can you come in early?"
So I joked with Stacey that she'd be asking me to come in on Tuesday, which had been scheduled as a day off. Oh, no, she swore that wouldn't happen.
And about half-way through my Monday shift, she's sheepishly asking me to come in on Tuesday, sure enough, because Andre has disappeared and they needed a cart wrangler. My day off was shifted to Thursday.
Today I was supposed to have a short shift, only five hours. Nope, make that six, they need me. And Friday? Yep, I'll be there from eight-thirty to five, wrangling carts again.
The good news is that I'm making good money, and when I'm outside we've had very good weather (so far). Bad news? My legs and feet ache, and yesterday I got a bit of sunburn. And I'm getting ty-yerd.
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