Even with going to bed early I still feel like stomped on dog poop and that’s a pretty bad feeling. I can’t be too mad at the guy. He is going to have to drive (or at least ride) immediately to Florida when I relieve him in an hour or so and I really appreciate the fact that he came in to work at all. I guess I might have had to call in myself, so that was pretty darn dependable of him.
I just hate having my schedule get screwy all of a sudden, particularly when my other cook has decided it is in his best interest to quit.
I can already tell it’s going to be a long day. I am pretty much just writing aimlessly now so it’s time to shower and get ready to go.