O rly, Swatch?

Hm. It seems as though I'm not on Queens' schedule for next week. That's somewhat to have been expected, considering that Michelle asked me to work at Roosevelt Field for the next two weeks. However, when it was Ash on tour over there, he was on the schedule, of course (but it was being done a different way then, so I don't know if that means anything). Either way, there wasn't a schedule left for me, nor did Michelle or Anthony or even Dan call the store to say "Hey, here are your hours."

Am I going to make a big stink of it? Goddesses, no! It's not my responsibility to call for my hours, especially not when I'm right here IN THE STORE for two days before the week starts! If anything, it shows laziness on my bosses' behalf, since they can't be bothered to call my cell -- and they've both got the number -- or even my home store. If I were out of the city or if I weren't in tonight and tomorrow, it'd be a bit different, but Kenny and I were standing around picking our noses for six hours today. It was pretty dumb.

So what if I get a call on Monday wondering where I am? I'll laugh (or be asleep as the phone rings). Maybe if they call me to say "HAY SKEDJOOL HEER" for Tuesday and the rest of the week, I'll pay it some mind, but otherwise... no. :D So, as it stands, it looks like my week's kinda free. Who wants to hang out? :DDDD