Many times I've referred to Murphy's Law as my own. I discussed my curse of being "left off the list" among other awkward mishaps. I've decided from now on, the law will be referred to as Andrea's Law. If you're unfamiliar with Murphy's Law because you've been living under a rock your whole life, or think it's something Mr. See forgot to teach you, Google it.
Anyway. Wednesday was a prime example of Murphy's, er ah, Andrea's Law. I was reclining on the couch watching Grey's Anatomy re-runs and sipping sweet tea when my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, but curiosity got me and I answered it.
"Hey Andrea?" The voice was familiar, but I couldn't place it for the life of me.
"Yeah," I said, my heart pounding for some reason.
"Hey this is Matt from work," all the pieces of the puzzle fit and I was no longer dazed or confused.
"Hey," (Not much of a phone-talker as we know)
"Hey I saw you were wanting someone to work for you Sunday..."
"Um, yeah, that was last week, but..."
"Oh, ok. Well I was really needing someone to work for me tonight at 5."
I told Jodi I owed her one when I didn't work July 4th so I could go out of town with the family. I figured it was collection time.
"Ok, let me see what I can do about Chloe and I'll get back to you here in a little bit," Click. I'm not much for goodbyes either :)
So I left a message with Bryan and got the further details via text. In exchange for working Wednesday, Matt would work my Sunday morning. SCORE. I do only work two days a week, but those two days are Bryan's days off. Those are the days Chloe is usually gone, and those are the days we can stay out late and do what we want, but usually don't because I have to work.
Anyway. Matt also informed me that he worked at 5:15 and was the fourth of four servers (which meant an early release and little clean-up duties). I finally found out that Bryan was able to watch her for a couple hours so I could fill in. He, too, was excited that we'd have Sunday all to ourselves.
Upon my arrival to work, however, I realized I forgot to calculate My Law into the equation. You see, Matt didn't know the evening was already short-staffed. I was the third of three servers, and didn't get home until 10:30. Oh, and Matt works a double on Sunday, he is off on MONDAY, therefore I am STILL working Sunday morning. I guess that is what I get for working for a selfish reason. Gah. The Law.
Speaking of shift-switching, and not so much My Law, after allllll that, I got another strange phone call yesterday. When I checked my voicemail, it was Barguy. Barguy had a serving shift at 5 (this occurred at 3:30 b.t.w.) he needed someone to cover. He had some lame excuse about needing to pay his rent, and was DESPERATE!
I called him back and said I'd have to check on a sitter. I filed my nails, then called him back to let him know, DARN, I didn't find anyone. He was hateful, and tried to make it MY fault he hadn't paid his bills. I'm not much of a sympathizer though.
You see, this is the same barguy who was off last Sunday. The one who wouldn't switch shifts with me because he'd "really rather not work Sunday morning." This is the barguy who is a complete JERK 90% of the time that I'm not ignoring him. And this is THE barguy who wanted me to go out of my way to work for him, and STILL wasn't willing to trade a shift as a make-up.
In the end, I came out 60.00 richer, and barguy got a taste of his own medicine, so maybe My Law isn't always in force...