Dear Staffing Agency,
I called you at ten o’clock this morning with every confidence that you could get my night shift covered for me.
And at 5:30pm I realized you had not called me back. I phoned you once again and it was quite apparent by the way you went, “Uhhhh….” that you had dropped the ball. “Let me make some more calls,” you said. “I’ll call you back shortly.”
And at 8:30pm, having still received no return call, I gave up, took up the swing shift on her MORE than generous offer to split the shift with me, and went to bed.
At 2:00am my alarm went off, scaring the crap out of me, and I had no choice but to force my very unwilling body to get out of bed and drive — very carefully, obeying all speed limits and signaling each turn, for fatigue makes me paranoid — back to work.
BUT I AM STILL GLAD TO HAVE A JOB.
Even though I hate you, Staffing Agency.
That is all.
A Rather Peevish (yet still grateful) Me.