madness
my dad called and woke me up at 7:15 this morning. he asked me if i was asleep and i replied groggily "yes". so then he asked me what time i had to be at work, cuz he thought it was like 8.. For 18 months now, i've gone it at 10 am and gotten off at closing, 6:30 or 7. this shows how much my wonderful family pays attention to me. I feel so loved. he wants me to come to dinner, but of course, if i want to grace myself with their presence at dinner time, i have to take off my job early, because we all know that my job is unimportant, you know, the one where i'm responsible for 170 children in the afternoons, they should be okay by themselves i'll just let them run nutso all over the building.