‘I’m not even supposed to be here today.’

I wasn’t even aware I had work this morning. I whole-heartedly blame Mike on that. When he was the assistant GM, he’d have the schedule out by Thursday. Since he’s become the GM, he gets the schedule out on Saturday night. Uh, no. That’s not fair at all. It’s irresponsible. And he knows it. He apologized when I came in an hour late. I haven’t had a Sunday shift in over a month. I was so pissed off. It took me over two hours before I cooled off and returned to my normal, singing self.

I’m openning Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. I asked Sam why she isn’t openning Saturday. She said she’s going to a concert Friday night. I forgot to ask who was playing. Mike would be so fucked without me.

I watched Erik toss all the customers’ salads. He’s a professional salad tosser.

I ran around doing everything, yadda yadda. I’m going down to Chester and pester Liz at work. And more importantly, to see whether she’d enjoy imbibing tonight. It’s been a while.