Yesterday, I posted these words: Well he was at work all right. Got home about 9, griping like crazy, tired and ready to find another job. Told us he didn't work today. After church we all go to see a movie and during the credits he goes out to "call work and see if he works tomorrow." We then drop him off at a friends and we go for sushi. At the restaurant my phone rings. It's his manager. He left on his break last night and never came back and was supposed to work tonight. Lied to again. I of course, call him and read him the riot act. Why lie? "He was afraid of what I'd say and think." I told him at least I wouldn't think he was a liar. "He's not a liar. How can I not understand he was afraid." I responded that it's frankly insulting that he'd be so afraid of what I might SAY that he'd lie to me." I hate a liar more than anything. ANYTHING. That's what he should be afraid of.