At my dayjob, I feel pretty fortunate that my schedule doesn't require me to work closing shifts, which would have me walking out the door at close to 11 p.m. When I started there, that was often the case in the first two or three years. So when my old department asked if I could step in and close tonight, I figured, why not.
Last week, after committing, I looked in my appointment book and saw that I had written down that the New Pornographers are playing here tonight. FIE!
If I was a weasel, I could make something up, retract my commitment and go to the show. But I don't feel too weaselly these days. I guess that means I'm getting more mature, or something.
It's not as if I've missed the NPs the last few times they were here. And of course, I'm going to remind the guys at work about this until the day I die.
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