Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatcha Gonna Do?
So sorry, but I have absoloutely no horror stories to tell--yet.
OK, here's what went down:
I got to the Police Station around 2:45. Officer Friendly wasn't there but he was due at 3.
OK, so I wait, smoking cigarettes one after another.
Finally, right on cue, he comes in and he states he "isn't ready for me yet" and "he needs to consult with the detective in charge of the case" and then told me he'll call me when it's time to come down. Probably around 6PM, he said.
What?! I wanted to get it all over with!
My manager said not to bother coming in to work, because what would be the point? Two hours after starting my shift, I'd be called into the station which means I'd have to turn over any tables I had to other servers, leave for the station, and who knows how long that would take? Plus, while I was waiting I wouldn't be much good for anything.
So I missed a day of work. On the one hand I hate that place, so it's a good thing. On the other hand it's money I could have made that I didn't. And that's a bad thing. A really bad thing.
So I wait for the call. Every fuggin' time the phone rings I jump outta my skin and it turns out not to be Officer Friendly when I answer, but somebody else.
To make a long story short(er): He didn't call.
I know they're anxious to wrap up this case, so I might possibly be called at some point today. Who knows?
Or they might have found some clues and decide they don't need me after all.
The worst part is not knowing what's going to happen.
Unless I hear otherwise I'm going to work tonight as usual.
Life goes on.