Saturday and Sunday

in a standard week of my life, tuesday is my friday and wednesday my saturday. this week, tuesday was my friday but wednesday-- today-- is my saturday and sunday. i'll be coming back in on thursday-- which will act as my monday as well as my second wednesday. saturday will be my second friday and monday will actually be my second monday, but doubling as my second thursday.

then, tuesday will become my friday again and all will go back to normal. or at least as normal as things can get when friday is your monday.

i supposed the direct reasoning behind me switching thursday out for sunday and entirely rearranging the way i see the calendar is that i was asked nicely by a coworker. he needed thursday off and i was his only way.

but, thanks to the switch, i will be paid over-time for the entire shift on thursday. while i technically still have two days off, one of the two (sunday) falls outside of the pay-period and it appears as though i've worked eleven days in two weeks-- which, also technically, i have.

score.

also, i will for once have a weekend day on an actual weekend and perhaps can do weekendly things with friends who live normal lives.

that should help my slipping sanity.

oh, and on that note: thursday will be PHASE I of MR. WISHNACK WILL NOT LOSE HIS MIND OR SOUL at work. i woke up tuesday morning, dreading the day, and considering it was my friday that's a pretty sad fact. i couldn't believe that i'm supposed to be the artistic one in the family yet i've willingly accepted a cubicle/cell the majority of my days and hardly have time for my own imagination.

i never would've accepted this when i was fifteen and i understand that we "grow up" but that doesn't mean we forget how to enjoy life or convince ourselves that being a slave to rent isn't so bad after all.

what this means is on thursday i will be accompanied by my six-shooter nerf gun. three other swing-shift concierge have been warned-- and will be ready and weaponed.

for now, i can't quit this job. but while i look for something else, or await my ignored requests for a schedule change, i can certainly have some fun. be it nerf guns, or be it neck-braces, i will not lose my soul to this ridiculous office.