A Brit in the US

It was 10:00 at night and I was tired. It had been a long, hard day at the end of a long, hard week. I had been dealing with the public for about 9 days straight and suddenly the phone rang. Dutifully I answered or should I say fearfully. I half expected work to be calling to ask me to work another of my days off. I liked the money but not the broken weekends which rarely fell on an actual weekend. Frequently I'd work several days and have a single day off then repeat the process. I had 3 whole days ahead of me. The only way to be sure not to be called would be to be out of town but I was exhausted and didn't have enough money to head out of town on a whim. Working in retail is like that. It wasn't work which was a real relief. Instead it was Brianne asking sweetly if I'd like to take a trip to Little Switzerland in North Carolina as she'd got an hotel booked and her girlfriend had pulled out. In a trice I said yes and she announced she'd be at my place in the