i love my job.

I drove up to my workplace (a bowling alley. yay.) at 1030 in the morning, and saw no cars in the parking lot. I tried each door all around the building. All closed. I got slightly hopeful. Maybe for whatever reason that I didn't care for, the place was closed today, and I wouldn't have to deal with some of the very... annoying people that pass through there. I called the place from my cell phone, looking slightly dumb standing in an empty parking lot, and byt the sixth ring, was pretty sure the place was closed for the day. I excitedly started rushing back to the car. And then I hear, "Thank you for calling Commack Vet Lanes, Dina speaking, how may I help you?" "It's me. Marta." "Oh, hi, Marta!" Her voice was a little to excited consdering this was work we were talking about. "I have a party at 11, but all the doors are closed." "Hold on, I'll be right there once I finish in the back. I'll meet you at the front."

Turns out that I didn't even know that the place opens at 11. I love my job and care for it very much. Obviously.