Those chilled out Fridays
Sunday, June 28th, 2009 | Life
I made it home on Friday at around 6pm thinking I would have a rather relaxed weekend.
I had been scheduled to work on Friday but I had explained to work the week before that I didn’t work Friday evenings as it clashed with my real job but to ring me if they wanted me to do a different shift, which they hadn’t.
So anyway 6:30 rolls around and I get a phone call from work asking if I was coming in.
Predictably, really. Luckily I had kept my Friday evening free so I could head in. It turned out to be a reasonable night although it was gone 4am when I got home. You have to allow for a quick beer after work though, especially when you have a shopping trolley to chill out in.
I made it home on Friday at around 6pm thinking I would have a rather relaxed weekend.
I had been scheduled to work on Friday but I had explained to work the week before that I didn’t work Friday evenings as it clashed with my real job but to ring me if they wanted me to do a different shift, which they hadn’t.
So anyway 6:30 rolls around and I get a phone call from work asking if I was coming in.
Predictably, really. Luckily I had kept my Friday evening free so I could head in. It turned out to be a reasonable night although it was gone 4am when I got home. You have to allow for a quick beer after work though, especially when you have a shopping trolley to chill out in.
