happy? memorial day....

Happy? I think not. Maybe seething with jealousy.
As I write, the kids and Christopher are preparing for a fabulous, relaxing, swimming filled, s'mores eatin', beers drinkin', camp-fire sittin', under the stars sleepin' camping trip with several of Chris's friends from work, with their wives and children. And, of course -- I'm getting ready for..... work. Tonight, double tomorrow, and double Sunday. and of course, closing shift on Monday night as well. I can taste the steaks off of the grill, and the sweet white wine out of my red solo cup, while I listen to our babies run and play with the other kids. It's not fair, dammit. Of course, it's a holiday -- and that's when the public is more prevelent in our industry, which in turn means we need to be most prevelent. It just fucking blows, though. My family is going to be having a fabulous time, and I'll be working over 40 hours, just this weekend.
I better have like... $1,500, plus coming out of this.