First of all, work is driving me nuts. They literally can't do squat without me. Seriously, the store manager will ask me, "well who's going to do it?"
You should know, you're the store manager.
First they tell my husband to be off on Tuesday and work Thursday, which wasn't a big deal cause his Mom could go with him to Shreveport. An hour and a half drive to drop off his car to get it fixed. Then they changed their minds and told him to work Tuesday and be off Tursday, which was still okay being he told the head produce boss it's my day off and I could go up with him in my car. They turn around and tell me I have to work on Thursday.
Wha