Wednesday, I dreamed out loud to my wife about taking today, my Friday off. Our exchange daughter has a home volleyball game I would like to attend and on the actual Friday, I need to be up by 0700 to take my cat to the vet. I don't like functioning on three and half hours of sleep. And finally, it's my anniversary this weekend. I want to be fresh for the date instead of exhausted, on edge, and grumpy, my usual norm.
At work, I checked the roster and saw instead of hiring three on OT to make minimums, we were two over. I called the sergeant. He looked at the schedule and gave me the day. I called my wife and gave her the good news. I rarely take any days other than my scheduled blocks off. She was delighted.
Then, the sergeant called me back and said I could not have the day. DQ already requested it. I would be first alternate and I should call at 1500 to see if any sickies called in.
I sighed and said I had already understood, but I had already called my wife and she would be disappointed.
DQ was car to car with me. She apologized profusely. I said there is nothing to be sorry about.
The sergeant called back and had pleaded my case to the LT. I had the day.
