Today is the last day for Abbey Road on the River, the biggest Beatles festival in the country. I've been every year for the past four years. Except for this one.

I got my boss to let me have today off so I could go. Going great. On my way there. I get a call from her asking me to come in because she didn't schedule anyone who knew how to close hot foods. And one of the two closers called in. So the new girl would have been there all by herself.

I didn't have to come in. I could have gone and had fun. But because of my immense guilt, I'm stuck helping her close. Don't get me wrong, the girl's awesome. Love her to death. But she's only been here three weeks and I'm not about to jeopardize losing a great coworker because of Meijer's stupid bullshit scheduling system.