Labor Day Weekend

This holiday weekend was filled with only one thing, work. Because our dishwasher at TGI Friday’s was on vacation, we needed someone to pick up all of his shifts. Naturally the General Manager came to me, and I worked my shifts and Ricardo’s (the other dishwasher).
 Friday night was my first shift, and it was uneventful. That was until my boss asked if I would like to work as line-cook after this weekend. I gladly accepted and continued my 5-1:30 shift. I slept for a few hours, and then continued to my 9-3:30 shift. Upon arriving home, I had only one thing on my mind: sleep. After eating a meal, a blueberry muffin, I fell swiftly to my bed. It was a good night’s sleep, and when Sunday morning came, I was all but ready to work my 9-1:30 shift. I again went home, ate, relaxed, and headed to the golf course. I was only able to hit a few balls on the driving range, before heading to, you guessed it, work.
That night was supposed to be a 6-10 shift, but alas ended up as a 6-1 shift. That night I was able to sleep in a little longer, because I did not have to arrive at TGI Friday’s until noon. Although I was on the schedule until 4, I was let go at 1. Perhaps it was because there was hardly anyone in the restaurant, but I like to think that they simply appreciated everything I did for them this weekend. I was finally able to arrive home and do something other than work at my job: homework. I did a little homework and filled out some student loan forms. I checked facebook as I always do, and hit the sack.
 As you can clearly see, my weekend was not as exciting as others’ may have been. When the thirteenth comes around though, and I receive my pay check, I will have the last laugh.