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Funny how things come 'round, again.

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Total Fubar-ery AKA The Losing Of My Mind.

Apparently, because of Teh Great 3-Day Weekend, I have to work tomorrow night. Okay, fair enough - but -

I'd thought I was off. I'm ALWAYS off every other Sunday.

Just found out, LAST NIGHT, that I am NOT. I'm off on Monday, instead. Thank God my coworker noted this.

Unfortunately, I made plans with liEk EVERYONE - including my daughter and Pete - to go see fireworks, tomorrow night. Now, I have to call them and tell them that I have to work. All of them. This is a Big Thing, considering current events. Apparently, it's come to light that my job is pissing everyone off, I always make and break plans because of it, etc, etc, etc, ad infinitum, all-I-do-is-work-and-everyone's-sick-of-this-shift-why-can't-I-work-days-like-a-normal-person..

Yep. I've nothing to say in my own defense. I. Fucked. Up. I'm still just totally plucked.

Dammit.

ETA: EVEN BETTER! HA! JUST TOLD PETE AND GUESS WHAT?!? FRANKIE'S *OFF* WORK AND WAS PLANNING ON TAKING THE TRAIN AND COMING DOWN FOR OUR BIRTHDAYS! IT JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER!

FINE! I'LL JUST GO SELF-IMMOLATE MYSELF OVER THERE, MMKAY? WILL THAT HELP?

ETA: Well, my daughter was okay with it. Very calm and sort of laughing at my earnest-yet-over-dramatic phone messages. LOL. She's going to the barbeque at my mother's beforehand, of course, anyway, and will pick up DJ.

/Classic Andy Bernard-type, 'Over-reaction'..