I've always been the "yes girl." The one who does whatever is asked of her (not at home, of course), and it bites me right in the tushy pretty much every time. I am once again backed into a corner that I have no idea how to get out of.
I got a text from my boss asking me to work with one of our kids for the last fifteen minutes of the day. A simple request requiring no more than a "no problem" from anyone else, but I've been having full-on panic attacks every time I think about this. See, I get to work fifteen minutes early so that I can leave fifteen minutes early, therefore avoiding the swarm of parents picking up their kids.
Backtrack... The parking lot that I park in every day is extremely small and is set up kind of like a circle. One entrance, one exit. It's ridiculously tight and trying to get even three cars through at a time is something only accomplished by Shriners, so having all those cars there at the same time while I'm trying to escape is less than fun. This is why I give myself the fifteen minute head start.
I know I'm going to say yes because, well, that's what I do, and I'm completely freaked out! I tried talking to my mom about this earlier, but she was so engrossed in her Facebook that she didn't even hear me, so all of you get to hear about it.
I seriously freaked out all day and even started looking at other jobs I could do, but the only things listed online are retail or something requiring a Ph.D. and a thousand years of experience.
I've used this song before, but it's so appropriate...
"Xiat"~ Trevor Moran