Yesterday I woke up to a barrage of messages on my phone. The first was from the grotto manager who asked if I could call her back: “It’s urgent.”
The second was from a supervisor I don’t work with who sounded like she was frothing at the mouth as she announced that they were “two elves down.” And the third was from another supervisor asking if I could work the following day/that day/any other day.
I felt so bad I contemplated cancelling my plans (even some of my weekend) but then realised that the amount of money I would get wouldn’t really be worth me getting out of bed.
If I’d worked any more this week I would have turned into lurgy elf (see previous post) and then been replaced.
Lurgy elf gone, we now have another male elf. Luckily for him he also has the chance of replacing Santa if he’s breathed in too many kiddiewink’s germs.
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