12 hour shift

Today I get to work a 12 hour shift. Urgh! Actually, it isn't so bad. I did have the option of coming to work late and only doing 8 hours, but decided against it. What tipped the scale for me was when I tried to think of what I would do with the extra time in the morning. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep (much as I would've liked to). Even though I got a ride to work this morning and technically could have slept in for an extra hour, I still woke up before my alarm went off. There are a few household chores that I could've done, but honestly, the dishes are not worth 4 hours of extra money (especially if I find out that Lance did them when I get home). So, if I hadn't come to work, I probably would have just sat for most of that extra time in front of the computer, doing essentially the exact same thing I'm doing right now. Only here I get paid for it :)

Work is kinda crazy right now. One of my co-workers is out of the country and it's kind of up in the air as to when/if she will return. I feel kinda bad since I'm actually benefitting the most from her absence. I'm getting full-time hours and I can use her desk instead of sharing like I used to have to. It's nice not having to share, but I'd swap the desk for the co-worker in a heartbeat!

Another side effect of the juggled schedule is that my boss/father-in-law will be working the counter more than usual. In fact, there will be a couple of Saturdays that I get to work with him. That should be interesting since Saturdays have the potential of being a crazy day or a boring day (hmmm, I wonder if the Saturday Curse is genetic???)

Anyway, 10 hours down, only 2 more to go before the bus ride home full of annoying people. I'm looking forward to getting home though. I picked up a surprise for Lance and am looking forward to giving it to him (don't get dirty on me, it isn't that kind of surprise!