Sep 27, 2003 18:33
Nrg.
10:30am - Mom bangs on bedroom door.
Mom: "Steve! Phone."
Me: "Mrg. Hello?"
Brad: "Steve! Feel like working today?"
Me: "..." *pause* "What time?"
Brad: "Whenever you get here, until whenever you feel like leaving. We just need a hand getting caught up, Scotty didn't show up again today, so we're way behind."
Me: "...Aight, I'll be there around noon."
So yeah, I had to work all bloody afternoon, and was informed that I was going to be called in at some point tomorrow, too...so much for my weekend off.
Got home at 4:30 or so, an mom's on a huge cleaning spree.
In fact, I need to get offline right -now-, because she needs to vacuum and I have to watch the dogs 'cause they're deathly scared of it.
I'll be back later.