I slept in (after going to bed at 10, waking up at 3:30, going back to bed at 6, and moving to the couch at 7:30). I love holidays awkwardly on the weekend so I score an extra long break. This has only worked in my favor at this job. The other bosses would grudgingly give us a Saturday holiday off after working a full 40-hour week. Yeah, it’s more hours on the paycheck, but holiday hours don’t count for overtime*. Then they’d grumble about the payroll and use it as an excuse to cut Christmas bonuses. Also, it’s not really a bonus if your employees have to rely on it every year because your cost-of-living raise is $0.05/hr.
Anyway. Back to the story.
Snuggled on the couch just before 9. Warm and comfy. Content. I just want another hour or two (yes, I technically had a full night’s sleep but since it was eight and a half hours of sleep spread over eleven hours, it wasn’t 100% restful). But I have a lot to do today — even tho I have absolutely no special plans!** — so all of that is running through my mind in the usual roller coaster from hell loops and switchbacks. And if I don’t fall asleep soon my bladder will decide it’s time to start the day (for the third time).
Then one thought gets me moving. Sitting up, at least. (Because I couldn’t find my phone lying down.)
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Priorities.
*Please don’t sputter angrily. I understand why unworked “extra” hours like for holiday pay don’t count toward overtime. Contrary to management claims, workers are not inherently greedy; we’re just confused when you make us record those extra hours on our timesheets, and they sort of count toward the weekly total but then again they don’t.
**Damn this gypsy curse. I didn’t even kick your dog or step on your toe, the one with the painful corn, or whatever you think I did. Check your facts.
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