I haven't gone over yesterday's posts yet, so I don't know if der Brucer wrote about this, but...
Yesterday was so much fun at work.
Mainly because I hadn't been scheduled to be at work.
The week's original schedule had me showing up on Sunday and Monday, then off by myself on Tuesday through Thursday, and back to work on Friday and Saturday. This was according to the schedule posted last Friday.
Sunday, there's a note on the daily assignments sheet asking me to check the weekly schedule again. A few hours had been added to my schedule, on Thursday.
Yesterday, at about four-thirty in the afternoon, the telephone rang. Could I come in to work, I was asked? More specifically, could I come in to work from five to eleven? I gulped, agreed, and dashed into the shower to clean up while shouting to der Brucer to get dressed so he could drive me to work (it being too cold for him to drive me just wearing his skivvies).
Somehow, a week where I was supposed to have three days off has turned into a week with just one day off.
Which is why I'm relaxing today and taking making stock.