"Work on Saturday again", she whined as she read this week's schedule. "Why do they have to open the bank on Saturday?"
Why? Isn't Monday - Friday enough. How I miss my Saturdays. What did I do on Saturdays that is so all-fired important? Nothing. I guess its just the idea of losing something that belonged to me. My Saturday, not theirs. I could get a pedicure if I wanted, or go to the movies. Maybe I would have a picnic with my sweetheart or take the grandkids to the zoo. But today, that's a no go because I have to work. Tired of my whining? I am a little tired of it as well. After all 4 hours is not that long. We're only opened until noon. (she said gleefully)
Gee, I wonder if it's too late to set an appointment for a pedicure?
(Sometimes you just feel like having a little whine :))
