I hesitate for a moment, hating myself for even thinking about it, but feel bad enough about our being short that I say 'Yes'. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem working a shift if we need help. I'll work all the hours they give me and then some. All I ask is that Saturday is never a work day and that I get out shortly after twelve (Anissa picks me up from work when she gets out). It's just that I'm getting desperately in need of a break.
Well, Joe is burning out with the amount of hours he's been working lately, but he'll usually come in. He says he's going to call the ex and see if it's okay that he get his son a little later. I think: Okay, it'll all work out. Thank God, since it's only 6:00 pm and my eyes are trying to close. This doesn't bode well.
In the next hour, I make the mistake of asking for a restroom break, only to be pulled in to do a bridal packaging, run register at Customer Service, go out and do freight, run register again, three more bridal packs, then Lynne catches me. The Ex told Joe "absolutely not" and she needs me. Can I call Anissa and see if it's okay that I work? Which means, I work today instead of Sunday, which is good, but I'm going to work six days straight this week (since I work Friday, too) and have to work Hard Side alone on a Thursday night. Which is busy. And we have a decent amount of freight today, I'm sure. Great.
I'm such an idiot. And it doesn't help that we both took a powder last night and slept instead of writing. And I have to go out essentials shopping after work? Geeez! Looks like another Marathon Run...
*smacks self in the head* Idiot.