Luke: I'll give you fifty dollars cash in hand if you come serve on registers for an hour.
Me: Are you fucking serious.
Luke: Yes, I have no one, I have (blah blah the usual litany of woes that are all his fault)--
Me: Yeah. Whatever. I'll come over.
Luke: Just at five.
Me: Yep. Fine. I'll see you then.
Luke: I know you're not well, but I just--
Me: Yes. Fine. I'll see you then.
Luke: *finally catching on that I am a little annoyed at him* ...is that all right?
Me: It's fine, Luke. I can just hardly curl my fingers around the phone, is all, so I feel kind of fucking stupid being paid when I'm useless.
Luke: I know, but--
Me: Yes. I know. I'll see you at five.

And I do feel useless. And it's not about the money. And it won't just be for an hour. But it has to be, because my brother is here tonight and mum is going out, and I swear to god I will leave the register fucking unattended if I have to. All this because he's not sure if Hannah will turn up. THEN HIRE PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT HANNAH. FUCK.