This post comes to you straight from work, where I foolishly decided to pick up an extra shift. Which would have been a wonderful decision (come on, 8 hours overtime when I’m financially stressed?) except for the fact that it was third shift. Which I haven’t worked for about a year and a half now. Ouch. I’m soooo tired, and there are still about 4 hours to go. I’ve been out in the guardhouse bored to tears all night, so I decided to come inside for a walk about half an hour ago… it helped wake me up a lot, and I decided to stop by my own desk and write up a quick post. About the fact that I’m at work. At 2:30 on a Sunday morning. Reminding myself that this is very good for my paycheck, and the credit card that I want to pay off as soon as possible because they pissed me off.

I definitely don’t miss third shift. I like sleeping at night, thankyouverymuch. Additionally, when I’m working the reception desk Monday through Friday, I’ve never had somebody ask me to touch their boob. Apparently, third shift Saturday night is where the boob action is. And no, I didn’t. LOL