carajo

I've let it be known that I'm looking to work some extra hours at work. I haven't, intentionally, worked extra hours in about three or four years. A good portion of that time spent seperating myself from all the bitty-mamma's who'd always play the 'kid card' to get me to work their weekends and holidays, because, well i'm not a dad and it was their desire to spend these days with their little lovilies.

For several years, I couldn't get through a day without one of these people calling me up looking for me to cover for them. Folks i didn't even know would walk up to me and ask me what my shift was - and could I cover them this week! "well, no, because I only work for people who greet me in a civil manner before begging me to work for them."

But anyhow, I've a tendancy to blabber - so here I am, opening myself up for the chump that I am. A coworker calls me up, asking if I'd be willing to switch shifts with her, some major kid issues.

I don't know, that's really the only time that Laura and I have to sleep in -- ie, spend together with no other obligations. I need some hours, but here I really don't get any out of the deal, just a crappier shift than my own. Why bother? She's got kid issues.

So do I.

Allow me to be selfish for a moment.