2 jobs + 41 hours worked + 2 closing shifts left + 1 week = weekend, schmeekend.
Amidst the scent of hot sauce and the feel of light beer sloshing out of pint glasses, I will spend the second half of my McGs shifts this week looking forward to my real weekend, which begins and ends on Sunday night. Al and I are signing our new lease on Sunday afternoon in Richmond, and when we get home, he’s cooking dinner for me. It might only last a couple of hours, but I can’t wait. The light at the end of the tunnel.
Moral of the story: a weekend is what you make it. Enjoy yours. :)