Patty opened her black vinyl schedule book and turned it around so the weekend columns faced me.

“I have two full floor shifts open Friday and Saturday nights.

Seven to three.”

“Put me down for both,” I said.

“You’re already working forty hours at the hospital billing counter,” Patty said, looking me in the eye.

“We need six hundred dollars for two hundred feet of copper wire and a breaker box,” I said.

“I can work the floor.”

“I’ll put you on for twelve hours total,” Patty said, marking her book in red ink.