My Manager's Favourite Person Ever.
Saturday is supposed to be my day off. It's a bit like how you won't get pregnant if you stand up during sex, because of gravity. Great thought, not so useful in practice.
The manager at Taringa is apparently dying of death disease, so I opened there today. Saturday opens don't actually bug me that much, mostly because they tend to be over by 2pm or so, and let's face it, even when I'm walking and talking I'm still asleep at that hour of the morning. I effectively wind up being paid to sleep at work, a state of affairs that is fine by me. I go home, have an hour's nap, and life goes on just like I had never worked, because I'm usually not out of bed until around then on a day off anyway.
However, much to my sadness, my new Annerley Minion phoned in sick with Lady Troubles today, so I'm here till 10pm on top of the open this morning. Then I'm back here at 10am tomorrow. The manager here was seriously freaking out, because initially I was stuck at Taringa until well after 3pm, and she's off to Christina Aguilera tonight and needed to be out of the shop by 4pm. After some wrangling, lilithsatyne came in early enough at Taringa, leaving enough time for me to go home, get a speed nap in, then out to Annerley.She did a little love-dance when I got here and declared me her most favourite person ever. So my day off has miraculously transformed into a 10 hour work day. Magic!
Why am I strangely pleased with this? Because, boys and girls, it means that I have some kudos to cash in when Facination Street Ball and Scarlett Nightshade. I may in fact negotiate myself the following Sundays off.
The gods, they give with one hand as they take with the other.
The manager at Taringa is apparently dying of death disease, so I opened there today. Saturday opens don't actually bug me that much, mostly because they tend to be over by 2pm or so, and let's face it, even when I'm walking and talking I'm still asleep at that hour of the morning. I effectively wind up being paid to sleep at work, a state of affairs that is fine by me. I go home, have an hour's nap, and life goes on just like I had never worked, because I'm usually not out of bed until around then on a day off anyway.
However, much to my sadness, my new Annerley Minion phoned in sick with Lady Troubles today, so I'm here till 10pm on top of the open this morning. Then I'm back here at 10am tomorrow. The manager here was seriously freaking out, because initially I was stuck at Taringa until well after 3pm, and she's off to Christina Aguilera tonight and needed to be out of the shop by 4pm. After some wrangling, lilithsatyne came in early enough at Taringa, leaving enough time for me to go home, get a speed nap in, then out to Annerley.She did a little love-dance when I got here and declared me her most favourite person ever. So my day off has miraculously transformed into a 10 hour work day. Magic!
Why am I strangely pleased with this? Because, boys and girls, it means that I have some kudos to cash in when Facination Street Ball and Scarlett Nightshade. I may in fact negotiate myself the following Sundays off.
The gods, they give with one hand as they take with the other.