Friday was, as usual, a day off from work, and believe me I really needed it. After those long double-shift days on Wednesday and Thursday my energy supplies were at very low levels. If worldwide energy supplies were that low people would be burning their furniture to keep warm and the roads would be littered with cars abandoned for lack of fuel. Get the idea? It should come as no surprise that I did very little all day.
Saturday and Sunday both were workdays at the Major Home Improvement Retailer, but they weren’t full days – four hours on Saturday, five and a half on Sunday. For the next month or so my hours should be on the light side, now that some new workers have completed their training and the busy season is still some ways off. Just as well, I can only take so much. Making a bit less money for a month is a decent tradeoff. These weren’t bad workdays, a typical weekend of waiting on customers and trying to keep the displays stocked.
I finished reading, via Kindle, The Most Dangerous Animal of All, by Gary Stewart. It’s about a man, adopted as an infant, who went on a multi-year quest to find his father’s identity, and was shocked to find out that Dad may have been the never-captured Zodiac Killer who terrorized San Francisco in the late 1960’s. It was interesting, don’t get me wrong, but I thought that the case was a weak one, based mainly on conjecture. It was still worth reading.