Yesterday was interesting, work-wise. I was originally scheduled for a four-hour day. Yesterday morning, I recieved a call from Larry, one of the assistant managers, asking if I could come in a couple of hours early. Well, sure I could. I'm flexible, and this would make up for the hours I gave up the night before (which I suspected was part of the reason for the request).
But, while I was napping before my shift (or trying to; the dogs were restless), at about twenty to one in the afternoon the phone rang again. It was Larry again. Could I come in as soon as possible? They really needed the help.
He was a bit shocked when I showed up twenty minutes later, showered and ready. Heck, I was a bit shocked by how fast I could get my arse in gear.
So, what was going to be a four-hour workday turned into eight hours. Not bad. Not bad at all.
(But I'm not giving up my day off, Thursday. Der B and I have shopping scheduled, as our larder is making grumbly empty noises.

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