Another Day, Another Lie...

Tonight was just like any other night at the bar. I had to call in sick for my mom again because she couldn't drive after her third margarita this evening... She always promises to stop once she gets that first buzz but it never happens... Then there's me, left to cover her shift while she rests or whatever the real reason is... It's not like I'm complaining too much, I get the extra tips and can sneak in a quick drink if no one notices. But still, I feel bad for lying to our boss every single time. I guess this cycle will keep going until someone gets fired or quits... Me? Or my mom? Who knows...