Even Steven

Things just have a way of working out for me. It's incredible really, the amount of things that are headed down a dangerous path and then magically I'm veered onto a safe course. Last night work was really getting to me...I was tired and irritable and ready to have a day off. I couldn't get anybody to cover my shift and the idea of calling in sick entertained me for the rest of the night. As the night wore on my plans became more and more cemented and I would surely get today off. This morning I set my alarm early to make the call. I set three alarms and slept through them all. By the time I woke up it was too late to make a phony call in and so I resigned myself to the fact that yes, I would have to work. So I shower...I change...I get all ready. I'm two seconds from walking out the door when the phone rings. My hero--Thom has gone to work in the hopes of picking up my shift. When I mentioned it the other night he wanted it and just forgot to call. Whew. Saved. A day off for cleaning and packing and chillin at home. And a phony sick-day was salvaged.
And no I have no fear...for the next time I feel doomed I only have to remember that things have a way of working out for me!