So I get up this morning and after getting dressed, I checked my Facebook.
What's the first thing I see?
My friend Morgan's status asking if anyone can help us move on Thursday.
What happened to the two guys who were supposed to help, Corbin and Bryan?
Corbin and Morgan got in a fight, and his sick grandmother came into town, and Bryan?
I don't really know what his excuse was for cancelling.
Nothing like a good freak out first thing in the morning, huh?
The possibility of being stuck was making my heart race.
What can I say? I'm a worrywart.
So I call Holly.
Thank God for Holly.
She had to see if she was on the schedule for work Thursday morning.
Well, this afternoon she contacted me on Facebook, and of course (with my luck) she was, but if there was no other time we could do it, she'd get someone to cover her shift.
Seeing as how my check out time is 2 o'clock, we were kind of stuck.
So she's getting someone to cover for her, and will be here at 10:30 Thursday morning.
*major sigh of relief*
2 days! (Well, really, now like 40 hours, but who's counting? ;))