I groan, lift my head and check the screen as my woman flips to face me and growls "You can shut that f $#@in' sh*# up right now!", so I look at my phone to see who'd be inconsiderate enough to be ringing at that time of the morning. Gary - my area supervisor. I slide the red slider, the phone goes quiet and I put my head back down to sleep. Everything's nice and quiet again. Moments later, a text *BUH-BING!* The woman starts spitting at me to turn it off or go outside "Can you go to Springwood this morning?", the text reads. I toss the phone on the floor. It starts ringing again so this time I answer it in a whisper, "Gary, what?" "Hi Jason can you do the IGA today mate Tony's sick" "Nah, yeah, naaah not really." "Can you go then?" "Dood I just woke up. By the time I get there it'll be open already" "Okay no worries.. I'll get someone else" "Yeah alright, alright seeya" "So you'll go?" "Huh?" "When you reckon you'll be there" "I dunno" "Cool good good look I'll tell the IGA you'll be there soon" "Is not possible for me to be there soon: Ijust woke up and I'm 40 minutes away" "Okay man just do your best okay." I slide the red slider again, put the phone down and go back to sleep, only to be pulled back out of my blissful slumber an hour and a half later. *BRING-RIIIING! BRING BRI-I-I-N-G* "FOR F$#%S SAKE!", she says. I can FEEL her eyes boring into me even in the dark. Sorry Babe I'll tell him no and turn it off this time. "How's it going, you on your way?" "No." "Okay okay just try and get there as soon as you can. I'll send one of our area supervisors over to give you a hand, what time should I tell him you'll be there". "About 7:00am I suppose" And so starts my one day off this week. I'm seriously thinking about telling them to either bin the other guy and give me his days or find someone else to fill in every few weeks when he wants to chuck a sicky THE most annoying thing is this lazy tosser will be feeling perfectly healthy again as soon as tomorrow - because Saturday & Sunday are weekend rates.