I'm so used to getting up at 4:30 that I got up on a day off at...430. Of course. I might have slept longer except for Maggiecat purring in my ear, wanting her breakfast.
Yesterday a co-worker called out because "something came up" again. Something came up last week, something came up the week before, too, the first day after her two-week vacation. Then another day that same week.
After speculating about her side business for the couple of months since she transferred from a store in Texas (we thought maybe catering), she blurted it out a couple of days ago (we don't think she meant to). She makes custom cupcakes. Crazy holiday weekend when people are planning cookouts and graduation parties, but something came up. Supervisor thinks that "something" was a last-minute order for cupcakes.
She called back a little later and said from now on she can only work Wednesdays, then asked our supervisor if he's going to fire her. After multiple phone calls on the bakery's phone and supervisor's phone, the store manager was being paged and because he was walking past the bakery, took the call on our phone. More guessing here, but apparently talking to HR asking if the co-worker has any accumulated time off and how much. Maybe calculating her final paycheck? Who knows?
Still...it wouldn't surprise me a bit to see her there again when I go back to work on Tuesday. Nobody gets fired in these times when all that's really required for a job is a pulse, and work schedules are mere suggestions to show up when it's convenient.
So work has been interesting and crazy busy because of the 3-day weekend. Yay me, off today and tomorrow.
Memorial Day is the unofficial start of summer. Pffft. Summer started here weeks ago! Gotta get dressed and haul my bony butt out to the garden before it's too hot to get anything done.
Yesterday was the 64th anniversary of graduation day for me. How's that possible? I mean, I'm really only 16, right?
Today is DD's 58th birthday. 58th? How's that possible? She's really only 16, too, right?
ETA: Oops! Forgot to mention that day before yesterday I was sitting on the teeny tiny patio admiring the flowers when a creature appeared on the far side of the garden. At first I thought it was a raccoon. Nope. It. Was. A. Wild. Hog. Right! I scurried back inside and watched from the kitchen while it meandered around the garden, moved way up to the back and settled down for a nap under the magnolia tree. When I went out a few hours later, it was gone. Eeeeeeek!