This month, however, there is a silver lining to my otherwise gloomy thunderhead. I am done at twelve noon on Friday. I'll go home, snatch up about 4 or 5 hours of sleep to prepare me to return to a normal schedule and I'll be done. My plan is to get drunk, or at the very least, to drink one or two beers to bring on the sleep train.
I'm forgetting to let you in on one important tidbit. Social Security checks come out on the third of every month (unless it falls on a weekend, blah blah blah). Friday is The Third. Banks are closed on Saturday, national holiday and all. Everyone and their mothers are going to be swarming banks to deposit those checks. The tellers are going to scan the work without regard to my department just so they can finish their day 15 minutes sooner. If I were working my normal shift, I probably would have been stuck there until close to midnight. So all in all, I'll take three days working 2:30 am to noon. I will take it with a smile on my exhausted face. And on Friday evening, when I am hanging out with my boys or enjoying a quiet evening alone with my xbox and my Netflix, I will not feel one ounce of guilt or pity.
I fucking earned my Fourth of July weekend.