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Sometimes, I'm such a dumbass.

I called the store -- my part-time mallrat job -- to find out if I was working on Sunday.

And the girl who answered the phone said, surprised-sounding, "You're only supposed to work one day a week."

Cranky, hungry, and tired, I snapped, "Just because I'm not supposed to doesn't mean I won't be scheduled."

And then she said, "I would never schedule you like that without asking you first."

Oops.

So it was my store manager I snapped at.

Open mouth, insert foot, and choke.

Not for the first time, I realize that I need a seven-second delay on my mouth.

I backpedaled frantically, but one of the assistant managers called me later from her cell phone and said that Debbie was really upset, and I felt like a heel. I mean . . . I know I shouldn't have taken out my bad mood from one job on someone from the other job. I just didn't think before I mouthed off, as usual.

I really have to work on that some more.

So I called her back and crawled in apology, and I still feel like a class-A bitch, but maybe by standing up and apologizing immediately and taking my lumps, she'll forgive me and I won't have to spend the next few months wallowing in my own guilt.

On another topic . . . .

Have you ever given much thought to street names? I mean, like, how these roads come to have particular names.

I get Main Street, and Broad Street, and stuff like that.

Quail Hollow Court is a good one, but that's pretty clearly the result of some developer somewhere, freaking out because all the good street names are already taken.

Otter Farm Trail ( RD #1 ) sounds reasonably self-explanatory.

Turkeyfoot Valley Road?

I'm still having trouble figuring out that one.

And home I go for the evening.