Here is the thing about working weekends:
Missing out on things you have been looking forward to.
Never seeing your friends who have “normal” 9 to 5 jobs.
Not being able to makeout with your boycrush due to sleeping through his 2 a.m. text message.
Being bitter about it all.
I am not bitter about the word count feature on WordPress, (sure, it doesn’t really matter but it’s still really cool) the awesome bands I will see tonight with my amazing friends and the prospect of a weekend vacation in November.
I haven’t showered in two days. Sorry, coworkers. Oh wait, I’m the only one here.
