It's Saturday. I'm at work. I work Saturdays - Saturday is my permanent shift and I gotta say I am used to working them now, it also helps that I don't have any other family routines to conflict with the concept of the weekend. I used to think that one day was pretty much like the other. The sun rises, you do stuff, the sun sets. Turns out though the cultural attitudes and expectations that are associated with certain days (Monday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday), still linger quite strongly, even if your schedule is no longer based upon the routines that give these days their flavour. So now my Saturday is like my.... Tuesday. Kind of. Friday is Monday. Monday is Friday. Does that make sense? Probably not. Either way, working in an institution that is open every day is a little weird (and I'm also talking Christmas Day, Boxing Day and New Years, even if it just for chute clearing). The entire year just morphs into a ...
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