I had a great weekend planned. Work on my car, beach, movies, parties and shit. Like an epic weekend. My boss just decides to give me a 3-10 Friday, 7-3 Saturday, and a 5-8 Sunday. And I had to call in last Saturday for a party that she now knows I went to, so I need to be there all three shifts. Definitely giving at least a shift to a new volunteer.

Three people thought Vivian was my daughter at the supermarket. I accidentally said yes once. No shame.