Sunday, December 18, 2005
Wishing
The new girl agreed to work Sunday afternoon for another person. She asked if I could come and help. I said I thought so. I called her and found out that she's doing just fine, as long as she can call me with problems. Good. I didn't feel like going in, really. I wish I was off this coming week. I would try and visit friends. Oh, well. I have to work both jobs, my usual schedule. The weekend is mine, too. I think someone else was scheduled, but she asked me to take it since I only have cats to worry about shopping for.