Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Not having regular weekends
It's a funny thing, working in a service/retail job. All of us in the apartment do right now, and it's a bit strange.
It's not necessarily a bad thing; you still work about five days a week, and if one of them falls in the middle of the week, it means you can go to afternoon movies, or do some shopping, without crowds. Heck, because of how high movie prices are in Boston, you can save some money - either by using the "weekday escape" tickets, or taking advantage of how matinée prices only last until about 2pm on weekends, but run until six during the week at some theaters.
Still, it takes some getting used to, especially if you're like Maureen and go to it straight from a five-days-a-week, nine-to-five job. Carter and I had unemployment beforehand, so we got used to odd hours, but Maureen was dead on her feet the past two weeks - first the craziness of the DNC, then getting used to working 3pm-10pm a lot of days.
The other weird thing is that it's rare we all have the same day off. Today, for instance, Maureen and Carter had the day off but I was working. I got home and saw a note from Maureen on the fridge saying "see Before Sunset before it leaves town; even Carter liked it". I guess they're seeing some band tonight. Getting to the movie could be tricky, since Fandango has it moving to second-run screens on Friday and I haven't yet seen Before Sunrise, which is apparently essential. So I'm going to hit the video store tonight.
Aw, who'm I kidding - I'm watching the game. I was planning to only watch a few innings, but then they got Denis Leary in the booth. Funny stuff.
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