I did nothing at work yesterday. I usually am the one looking for things to do, always staying busy. I figure that I am getting paid to work, so I might as well work. Yesterday was different. I did the bare minimum. I didn't even try to look busy (which is an art form all its own).

The reason for this is that when I called for my schedule on Sunday, the boss answered the phone. When I asked whether or not I was working the next day, he yelled at me! "What's wrong with you? Janet, It's Sunday in the middle of football! Call back tomorrow."
I had been careful not to call during the busy dinner rush. I didn't realize that watching football was more important than running a restaurant, so yesterday I decided that standing around doing nothing would be acceptable. I was even hoping to get the Young and the Restless on one of the tv's. I had five customers all together in the four hours that I worked. My total read was under $50.00. I have asked him for more hours. I wanted to open Mon-Fri. He has been giving me two or three shifts per week and they are on the lightest days. I am finally fed up with this job and am looking for another.

The rebellious person in me really wants to get caught doing nothing. I secretly want to make a scene and walk out the door telling him where he can stick his job. What have I got to lose? I've given this a lot of thought. My leaving would not hurt any of my co-workers - in fact - it would add excitement to their day and if they took over for me they might be lucky enough to make an extra ten bucks. This is what fantasies are made of! I doubt I'd have the guts to do it, but then again - ya never know.