Right, so I wasn't supposed to work tonight. And of course, as seems to always happen lately, one of the girls called in sick and since I wasn't scheduled to work tonight, they called me in to work. I was supposed to hang out with Bryce tonight. He called AND showed up at my house. I wasn't here. So, when they called me in to work, they told me that I'd only have to stay for a little while. Yeah. Whatever. Four and a half hours later and here I am writing this. They let a girl who was on the schedule go early. I wasn't on the schedule. I should have been the one to go early. I had plans. I mean I like getting extra hours at work, seriously I do. But when they start making a habit of calling me when I have plans, I start to get really irritated. Like...really REALLY irritated. Then at like ten twenty, they started having me sweep the front patio, and one of the servers came out and said, "Morg, you weren't supposed to be in tonight, were you?" When I told her I wasn't, she finally let me leave. Too bad it was too late to get ahold of Bryce and hang out. Too bad it was too late to do anything I had planned.