Work was more of the same. Marnie appeared briefly, but didn't say much.
Marnie phoned in the afternoon and said Marjorie had asked if I could do afternoon overtime on Tuesdays and Thursdays, starting this week. [I'd said earlier that I didn't want to be asked to work extra at such short notice, but she evidently didn't "get the memo."] I carelessly agreed to start it this week (I'm eager to please over the phone), but soon after realized that working a full day then doing a four-hour opera run-through might not leave me with enough time to wash my hair and shave. I phoned Marnie back to ask about changing to Wednesday afternoon, and she gave me an earful about how reneging on a commitment is unprofessional and would undermine the Hawkins Institute's credibility. Then I went down to see Marjorie and she had no problem with the change.
[This still annoys me. There was no problem until Marnie created one, then she defined her responsibility in a way that left me out in the cold. Fortunately, I lived close enough that I could go straighten out the matter myself, but if I'd lived further out I would have had to break it to Marjorie the following morning, which might have ruined her plans--all so that the Hawkins Institute could keep its fingers clean. It wasn't like I'd agreed to it a week before, then changed my mind at the last minute. Marnie did her job badly, then called my reaction "aggressive"!]
Dinner was steak.
The choir did two new songs, "Paese Me" and "Tiritomba." [In my diary I spelled it "Trimbolina"!]
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