but work called, and begged. A co-worker tore a muscle and isn't coming in, and could I please please please work tonight? So I, the sap, said okay, because ten hours of overtime is ten hours of overtime (this will put me at 50 hours for the week).
But really, i just want to go home.
Michael was sweet enough to let me nap at his house all afternoon so that i'd make it through a graveyard shift. And Heather bought me lunch. And I went shopping and got new super-hawt undies.