It's Friday morning and my week is just beginning. Due to my new gig, I have a strange schedule for a few weeks. I've had off most Wednesdays and Thursdays, then I usually work Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Tuesday nights. I got to live carefree and party with no consequences for the past two nights and now it's your turn. While I dust off my church key and my wine opener, you are sitting at a desk, staring at the clock, eagerly awaiting the minute you can strip off your work gear and shed the burdens and problems of the week. I on the other hand am staring at three weekend shifts lasting anywhere from 9 to 14 hours a piece. You won't hear me complain though, and I don't ask to be put back in the 9 to 5 harness. Luckily I don't dread going to work these days. There was a time (every single job I've ever had before now), when I would rather jump in front of the Orange Line Metro than have to spend another second in an office. This sentiment has not changed.
I miss the steady paycheck sometimes, but that's about all I miss from my past life.
Enjoy your weekend, and remember, good tippers get laid more and are generally much more appealing to the eye (true story).