I was so looking forward going to the Mardi Gras parade today. Too much, I guess. I got called in around 3:30 because the other girl called in. I know she told me she would do that, but I didn't pay attention to when she said she would do it. Ugh. I told the manager very reluctantly that I had other plans, and there was a moment of silence. When she spoke again, she told me that she would just call her DM to let her know she was going to work until closing.

I felt so bad. I was late 3 times within a week, and not just by a few minutes, either. Due to the most epic misreading of a schedule ever, I was 30 minutes late. Actually, only twice. the third time was all me that time. She barely scolded me, there was no write up or coaching or whatever. And I figured, more than likely, she opened this morning. Not to mention overlooking other little slip ups I make every now and then. So I moped around the house and brought up the idea to everyone I thought would give me trouble, then called back. The assistant manager seemed to get a weird kick out of the whole thing.

When I showed up, the manager looked at me like she was so surprised to see me. 'What made you change your mind?' She asked, beaming at me as if she couldn't believe it. I told her she helps me out enough, I should be able to do this for her. I was the 'opportunity shift', after all. It's fine, it's whatever. I'm going to that last parade, though. God have mercy, I don't care if it rains, I'm going to have a little fun.