This is a happy diary. I have a three day weekend coming up. That's three days off BOTH jobs. The same three days. Do you realize what that means? That means that I don't have to do one damned thing I don't want to do for an entire 3 days. I don't have to answer one single phone call. I can do one thing at a time, instead of multi tasking. I can go to the bathroom without a)getting someone else to listen for the phone and watch the front desk and b)having to wait till break so I can log out of my phone. It means I can eat actual meals, instead of snacking on crackers and celery all day. I can eat those meals without having to answer the phone or talk to a customer between bites. Actual sit down meals, like people do on TV. I can sleep in or get up early, my choice. I can talk to people I like instead of entitled airline passengers and people who think one set of vaccines will cover a puppy for life. I can do ANYTHING I want to!
We're not going to the lake. This is amateur weekend, where all the drunks get out and act stupid. One year I saw a guy pull a gun on another guy because of fighting over the boat ramp. None of that this year. The lakes are all 20 feet too high, anyway, and when we went last weekend I broke my toe, Paul caught a cold, and we got lost. Maybe we'll go to a movie. Maybe we'll take the dogs to the River's Edge, where we can eat Nachos and they can look at all the other dogs. Maybe a little shopping (yuck). Maybe the casino, since I'm on a winning streak - won 1700 last week. Maybe not a damned thing. The point is it's a three day weekend and it's all mine.
My sincere hope is that everyone here is getting the same luxury. I know that very few people actually get a three day weekend. Someone has to work retail. Someone has to work in restaurants. This is a 24/7/365 world and there's always someone somewhere working. To those people, if I order food from you, you'll get a little extra on the tip for not having the same luxury I'm getting. If I shop (God forbid!) I will show extra patience and understanding, because I'm temporarily free and you're not. If I go to a movie, I will thank you for your work when I buy my ticket and popcorn and Coke. If I break something and end up in the emergency room, I'll sit quietly while you treat people's sniffles and upset tummies until you can set whatever it is I broke.
Today is Wednesday. Between now and the delicious, magical three days, I have to work 21 hours. I've already put in 21 hours. Paul has put in 30 hours so far. We're gonna have so much fun, just not working. This diary is a salute to those of you who keep the world running while the lucky few only have a 40 or 50 hour work week and get to have a mini vacation. To those who have to work, a big thank you. To those who are off, have fun!