Plan B... in Plan B

My Dad use to always say have a plan B for back up “just in case” and you know he’s right. Well wouldn’t ya know it ~ plan B was just a phone call a way. They called me and I went out on a call tonight and I have a job taking care of a nice lady with dementia 6 hours a week. 3 hours one day - 3 hours on another. The scheduler was so happy for me that I fit well with this family. The last girl fell asleep on the job. And they agreed to call me instead of email me thru the day because I don’t have access to the internet when I am with a client. She agreed to that. Yea. There ya go. Then they called me again and asked me about sunday. Welllllllllll ok. I got a 7a -7p on the beach not too far from the house. I have a back up and I need it and can’t say no to an extra couple of bucks.