On top of everything else, the boss called today, on my day off, to let me know that I have to work on the day I booked off next weekend. I then had to tell Gray that the plans he'd made without telling me had to be cancelled. Apparently he had arranged for us to have a belated Valentine's... Shit.
She also called to tell me something that had been niggling at me for a while, but confirmed my suspicions at least. The cafe has been sold. This has massive implications on my entire life. Fuck...
