What a fucked up day. Went all the goddamn way to Port Melbourne because my store's roster said I was on there. It was hot as hell in the trams and I was sopping with sweat by the time I got to the Graham Street stop. Then it started raining. I just wear a light, black polo and instead of sweat it was heavy with rain when I got to the store. I got in there, talked to the supervisor who gave me an espresso and then got told I wasn't on thier roster for the day. Maybe I was supposed to be there Sunday or something she told me. Oh well. On my way home I stopped by my store and my usual supervisor was furious. They were short people there all day but didn't call me because my roster said Port Melbourne. I dunno what the fuck happened. Kind of hoping I'm not working Sunday. I could do with the lazy-time.