I had Saturday off.

   This morning, I was twelve minutes late.  I think it was twelve minutes.  I suppose I could check if I really wanted to.  I'm rarely ever late, although it has happened before.  Still, I was threatened with a write-up for being late.  I thought you were allowed to have three lates a month, marked in some 'late book', before getting a write-up?

   I'm not going to complain.  It's really no big deal.

   And that's the problem lately.  There are no big deals.  It must be because of school coming back.  Everyone's mellow, everyone's calm, everyone has other things on their mind that prevents crazy wacky stuff from going on.

   However, here's something to whine about.

   My shift was twelve to close.  I was instructed to go home at five.  This was because I would have overtime.

   Now, this bothers me.  I make plans to work.  I cancel plans so I can be at work.  Yet work says 'Sorry, we lied.  Ha ha ha!  You're not being asked to leave, you're being forced to leave.'  Not that I blame the people who had to uphold this.  They're just the messengers.

   Still, it bothers me.  But not enough to write a lot about it.

   Instead, I'll write about former IotW champion, Colleen.  She was 'practicing' writing on cakes by writing on paper towels.  Now, I have no authority to challenge her spacing, her style, or her skills at cake-writing, but I can challenge her spelling.  Anniversary?  I can spell it right.

   Oh, and Jenn came in, too.  She claims that she'll give me money, but I know she won't.  So be sure to check the Jenn Page to see what atrocities Nick can deal out to the poor girl.  You'll enjoy it.