Egads... (redux)

I just got back from band practice to a message from work saying they're short-staffed today. I don't want to go in. I am debating whether or not to call them (regardless of whether I accept the overtime, I can still call now, or I can pretend I didn't get the message until later). Sure, I could use the overtime (double time if it's an extra day of work!), but I'm tired and have commitments of my own this weekend.

Gah.

Yesterday was even crazier than Thursday. We had four more thefts during my shift, and they all went to hell for various reasons. It was still the full moon, if that says anything. I got out of there ready to throttle someone.

Then I went to bed very late because toughlovemuse is evil and gave me Kelly Armstrong books to read.

I'm going to take a nap. Maybe this will go away on its own. :P