Monday, 6 January 2014

The long weekend that became a non-weekend

I hate my life sometimes. Or maybe rather I hate myself because I'm the one who put me in this situation. When I came back to work this Thursday, I was happy to find out that I would be off Saturday to Monday. Yay, long weekend! However, then I managed to get shifts both Saturday and Sunday, because one if the guys asked me to cover his shifts. And now I got asked to swap from Friday morning to tomorrow morning, because one of the guys is sick. Which I also agreed to. Why? Because I'm a freaking saint, that's why. And just like that my weekend was gone. 

Ooh well. I'm happy anyway, because today I went to play samba for the first time since I moved here. I can't let it be this long until I play again. Seriously. It was soo much fun, I kind of forgot how awesome samba is. Not good. Not good at all. 

Also I'm working morning shifts all next week and I've made a bunch of plans of fun stuff to do. So bring on next week!

But what am I doing up blogging when I should be sleeping?? Aaah. Ok good night peeps xx

1 comment:

  1. Ha ha! On the other hand, if you´re such a saint you might get your days off whenever you ask for it... mum