Weekend Review...

For much of the country this is a Holiday weekend.  Five blissful days of stress free, work less days, devoted solely to being happy for what you have, and indulging in countless sinful selections of pies and desserts all while doped up on large amounts of turkey induced tryptophan.

And for me, Thursday was spent doing just this.  But as the mail must go through regardless of how good Mom's turkey soup may be, I was off to work.  Some years the day after Thanksgiving is really bad, other's not so much.  It is after all, the day after a holiday so the mail is inevitably double.  However, this is usually offset by the lack of employees necessary to get it to us, therefore resulting in a semi normal day.  This year, however, the Postal powers that be determined there was tons of over time to be had and slammed us with mail volume.

I worked a ten hour day. That would be a ten hours, straight through with no lunch, no pee breaks, fueled only by a two day past expiration yogurt that I had eaten at 6 am. I did actually make it off the road by 4pm, only to have my supervisor send me back out.... in the dark... to help another carrier that wasn't going to make it back before the truck went out that night.  My issue with this?  She had said she needed help before she left the office, and they said NO.  Did I mention the best part?  I had to pay a sitter for the day.  So after taxes, and blah blah blah, I made like $10.

Today, I  went to work thinking it could not possibly get any worse than yesterday.  Wrong.  I had to carry all the same mail that I had carried before because the person who ran that route on Friday didn't realize that the mail he left behind was 2nd class.  Really?  You've only been in the PO for 3 years... save it buddy, I'm not buying.  Off I go, this time fueled by a cheese stick and a wild berry smoothie, with yesterday's mail, today's newspapers, coupons, and a flier dated for Monday.  Why?  Because I'm awesome... and a bit sadistic,  but mostly, because it's my job.  Nine hours later, I was too tired to complain or even be angry.

I came home to my new back door which looks beautiful, and settled in for a nice quiet night.  Around 7pm Youngest said he had a migraine and went to bed.  Bonus, right?  Nope.  About an hour later he was calling me, all upset, from his bed.

Nothing challenges a mother's love like Tuna puke.

It's something special let me tell you.

Needless to say, tomorrow will be spent inhaling large amounts of movie popcorn.

Swedish style.......



So, how was your weekend?