When I was younger and used to work in retail, the weekends were always the busiest days, so, almost everyone worked them. I used to say, that there was nothing that I could do on the weekend that couldn't be done during the week... so it didn't matter to me so much.
Then one time at a large discount store that Sam Walton founded, but shall remain nameless, I was asked to work the weekend because another employee needed off to be with his kids, but wanted to work Sunday because he got time and a half.... And, I was like, OK which is it, he wants to be off to enjoy his kids, or he wants to work to make extra money? So because I'm stuck in the X-tremely Conservative BUTTCRACK of Nowhere, I bit my lip and played nice. I mentioned it to my boss's supervisor, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Obviously a dead end street!
Now, I piddle around the house doing dishes and laundry during the week, and Steve usually has some project planned for the weekends. So we are busier around the house on the weekends than we are during the week. It's to the point that I hate to see the weekend come.
Tomorrow, he will cut the grass, and then probably bar-b-que, while I will do the dishes, and hopefully get some things put away in the china cabinets, and laundry. Hopefully being the "key"word, and I can't wait for the week to get here......
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