Ah, the weekend. A time to set aside the cares of the workweek and enjoy one’s leisure. No worries, no responsibilities, just time to oneself. What could be nicer?
Actually, what could be nicer is having a weekend in the first place. This was a working weekend for me, with eight-hour shifts at the Major Home Improvement Retailer both days. On Saturday I did 1 to 9:30, and 10:30 to 7 on Sunday. Still, it could have been worse. I didn’t have to get up early either day and finished up before it was too late. Also, both were fairly easy work days … well, except for the incident on Saturday evening when there was a disaster in the men’s restroom after the cleaning staff had left, and the manager dispatched me to clean up the mess (hint: water hoses work wonders).