It’s Saturday
And a boring one at that already. Nothing, absolutely nothing, is going on.
I hate Saturdays. Josh is always working them. Okay, fine, he had TWO off when he first started with the post office and now we’ll never see him again, until he becomes a regular and then it’ll be every 5 or 6 weeks before he’ll get a Saturday off, LOL.
At least he’s off Sundays, most of the time. Every third or fourth Sunday he works, but he’s guaranteed to be home by 4pm, because the last of the expresses have to be delivered by 3pm.
This week he’s working Labor Day. There’s no holiday pay, but it’s extra hours, so I’m not complaining. And, again, he’s guaranteed to be home by 4pm again, because he’s only running expresses.
What I don’t like is that he had to be in by 7:45 this morning. SEVEN FREAKING FOURTY-FIVE in the damn morning. That means he had to leave by 6:30 to get there on time. Poor guy!!
distressedFiled Under: Josh, expresses, holiday_pay, Josh, post_office, saturdays
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