Jeremy: Hello.
Miranda: Hi, it’s me. I can’t make it home for dinner tonight. I’m working overtime.
Jeremy: Again? That’s the third time this week. I can’t believe your boss is making you do this.
Miranda: Don’t get mad, but I actually told him that I didn’t mind. I know I’ve been working long hours, but I don’t want to turn down the work. You know that I’m getting paid time and a half, and we need the money.
Jeremy: I know we do, but we’re getting by. What happened to a 40-hour workweek? You’ve been working at least 60. It’s not worth it for you to work your fingers to the bone no matter how strapped we are.
Miranda: I know. I know. It’s just that morale around this place is pretty low and I’m just trying to do my part. Just don’t gripe. Okay?
Jeremy: I’m not griping. I’m just worried about you. You come home after a long day, and you’re overworked and emotionally drained. That’s not fair to the kids.
Miranda: You’re right, but could we talk about it this weekend? I’ve really got to go. I promise we’ll work it all out then.
Jeremy: Okay, but what time are you coming home tonight?
Miranda: I’m not sure, but I’ll try to make it home in time to tuck the kids in.
Jeremy: All right. I’ll see you then.
Miranda: Bye.
