It seems like after every weekend, I’m reflecting about “wow, how busy was that?” and yet the next weekend, it seems to amp itself up a bit. This weekend was no different, but a LOT of that was my doing. Irony – I was going to go to the Pride celebration in Cleveland on Saturday, but decided that working was more important. And I’d probably be “too busy.” Oh yeah.
Friday night: Fairly normal, went to bed around 3:30 or so. Finally fell asleep sometime after 4:30.
Saturday @ 9:30: Phone call from work. Manager didn’t show up, would I go up there and get things together. So I go in, open the store, and hang out for a few hours to make sure the store still opens on time.
Saturday @ 12: Scott goes home and sleeps.
Saturday @ 5: Back to work to close.
Saturday @12: Scott decides to go out to the bar for “a drink or two.”
Sunday @ 3: Home from the bar.
Sunday @ 4:30: Finally fall asleep.
Sunday @ 6:30: Wake up for a work meeting at another store.
Sunday @ 12: Finally get home and go back to sleep.
Sunday @ 4: Back to work as the closing bartender.
Sunday @ 10: Scott decides, once again, that hanging with friends at the bar is a “good idea.”
Monday @ 3: Finally home.
Monday @ 4: Sleeeep.
Monday @ 9:10: “Scott, can you come in for just a few hours?” “No.” Zzzzzz.
Monday @5: Scott’s day off, so of course pick up a shift to make extra money.
Monday @10: Party for Nancy, our general manager. Much liquor and laughs and bizarre Australian/British/Amish accents.
Tuesday @4: Home!
And I think that’s the end of my weekend o’ doom. It wasn’t really all that doomfull, but there was a LOT going on. And all that thought of “making extra money”? Yeah, not so much! But I’m sure the bar was VERY happy to have me. 🙂