Everybody’s Working for the Weekend

Okay, not everybody, but I heard the song in my head when I thought about writing this, so we’re going to roll with it. The project continues to wallow in the red, so extended hours were approved by corporate. Just the hours, mind you, not additional pay. I am a salaried worker in an at-will state, so I should simply lick the boot and be happy to have work. So now I’ll go about my usual suburban dad weekend routine of soccer games and domestic errands, but this time with AirPods in my ears to take the very important meetings. If you’re in my neck of the woods and you see a tattooed dickhead wandering the stores, saying things like, “Can you hear me? Oh, I was talking on mute,” have some sympathy. This time next week, barring a catastrophe, we’ll be wandering around San Francisco.