Four more sleeps, and my summer from hell will be over. I have to work the rest of today, then four more shifts. I've been doing my little 17 Days Off song and dance lately because damn, I need this break.
Frankly I'm sick of these frickin' one day weekends. Once in a while is okay, but to have that be the rule for two months is wearing me out. It was like this last December as well, so I have a feeling they'll do it to me this year. That makes it three months, a quarter of the year.
Maybe this sounds petty, but I actually count my shifts when this happens. I started this in December when I commented on my schedule and was told everyone gets the same thing. No, they don't. I count my shifts and compare them to others. Some people come close, but I seem to get the short end of this particular stick on a regular basis. It probably wouldn't be so bad if I loved my job, but it's one I only barely tolerate and can be somewhat high pressure. I do like the pay though, and that's what makes this tough. I can't afford to be looking for a new job, especially when I just moved into my own apartment again.
It would be nice to have some time to enjoy my apartment. I mean, I got excited over a friggin' two day weekend! How wrong is that?
Four more sleeps. Four more shifts.
It can't come soon enough.
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by Tabby at 8/07/2004 09:22:00 a.m.