Royal pain in the ...
So it's back to work today, but the phone call I got from her majesty yesterday said I'd be helping set up a show, then could go home. This was not a true thing. I showed up in work clothes for the heavy labor, and after sweating like a horse (pigs don't sweat), she informs me that I'll be doing checkout and alterations during the show. In my gross t-shirt and jeans. I would have been gross anyway, but I could have dressed more appropriately if she had told me the truth yesterday. I said I'd work tomorrow, but would have to leave early on Thursday for Dad's retirement party in DC. Then she asked if I would help with another show she has on Thursday night. I said I thought I could get back in time, but you know, if she's going to lie to me, maybe I can't get back in time. And Dad's going to need me to pick him up at the metro station around 2:30, so I'll be leaving early tomorrow, too. *sigh* I'm not sure how to turn her down for the Thursday night show at this point, but I'd better think of something if I don't want a night of doing all the work while she and the other girls just coo about how wonderful everything everyone tries on looks on them.