Welcome to someone else's Monday

Tammy had an odd phone call while at the grocery. It went like this:

Caller: Is this Tammy S ?

Tammy: Yes, it is.

Caller: Are you the mother of Sabrina M?

Tammy: I have a daughter named Sierra.

Caller: Oh, yes. It does say Sierra. This is Waffle house calling. We need information to insure that Sierra gets paid for the orientation she is going through right now.

Tammy: Sierra is going through orientation now?

Caller: Yes, and we want to make sure she gets paid for it.

Tammy: Sierra is about a foot and a half away from me at Kroger

Caller: She isn't at orientation?

Tammy: Not so much.

Caller: Oh my. Did no one call you this past week to tell her that she has the job and to be at orientation today?

Tammy: No.

Caller: Oh. Well, she has the job and we need her to be at orientation on Monday and Tuesday of next week.

Tammy: OK, thanks.

I certainly hope they are better at making waffles than they are at making phone calls.