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.
			  
			
 
  
