Yesterday, my store manager requested I come in to help with a project. Normally, I'm OK and don't mind doing that because it means time off at some other time during the week. Or it means overtime, which I never object to, either. However, last night the call came in at 6:30pm. I had just stepped out of the shower. Never expected to get a crazy call at that hour of the evening! But ... I answered. And silly me, I never think fast enough on my feet to say "I'd love to come in but I had wine with dinner and shouldn't drive."
So I worked for 4 hours last night, got home late, it's weird driving at night any more! I don't mind the dark when I drive TO work in the morning, it's just weird being dark when I leave work. *shrug*
This was supposed to be a four-day weekend for me.
But with a regional audit, I worked Thursday as well.
So much for feeling like I've had any time off!
What a pain.
But it's retail, and that's my life.
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