My phone rang, it was a service manager from the Bookstore asking if I wanted to work tonight: busy, there were call outs. I was in a car speeding down Wisconsin looking for the Bethesda Petsmart. “Let me call you back!” An hour later, cat litter in hand, stepping in my front door, bus, Metro behind me, I called back: “Fuck yes! And when you finally fire these assholes who keep calling out, I want more hours!”
Also: I’m totally having a beer before I go in.