This is a strange and uncomfortable day at work.  Not only am I working on Easter (which I'm not too annoyed about because I'm getting holiday pay AND overtime), but I'm working up at the Big House, so to speak.  I'm stuck on the phones at the Memorial Arts Building as opposed ot my usual cozy perch at 14th Street.  I don't mind working here, but it's very different than 14th Street and a lot more complicated, and I haven't been up here in weeks, so I'm a little out of the loop.  Luckily, due to the holiday, it's pretty quiet.
However, since I'm usually not here, Shari had, at some point, given my drawer and headset to a new girl.  It still had my name on it, though, so when I got here, I took it and started using it.  When the new girl arrived, late, I was on the phone with a patron.  She tapped me rather hard on the shoulder and pointed emphatically to her name on one corner of the box.  I pointed emphatically to my name, on the other corner of the box and then at my ear to indicate that I was helping a patron, go away.  She stood around and glared at the back of my head for a few minutes and then gave up.  Sorry, chica, but if we have to share equipment, it should go to the person responsible enough to actually arrive on time.
After I leave the Arts Center, I'm going back over to Horizon to fill in stage manage for In Darfur.  I'm not sure how I feel about this.  As I have no knowledge of the play, the cast, the way the director runs rehearsals or even where the SM script is, I'm not precisely sure how much help I'll be for one rehearsal.  But, it's a favor for Horizon, and I like being on their good side.
I'm sort of wishing I had the time to devote to my sewing, though...