I don’t wanna work anymore! I don’t wanna, don’t wanna, don’t wanna! aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! *SNARL*
Seven fifteen this morning:
Phone, for some reason (long story) on nightstand: (rings)
Me: Snorfle?
Office Manager: KD?
Me: hmhr
Her: You didn’t get your messages.
Me: mm?
Her: Mrs P found out you were supposed to work through the sixth.
Me: WHAT?!??
So I had to go back to that evil place. And I was rather praying that by NOT being there the fourth and the fifth, I’d lost out and couldn’t make those days up. ‘Cause even though I could use the money (who couldn’t?)–I don’t wanna!
But I gotta.
Call it Summer: Interrupted. 