I’m used to working on the weekends. Hell, sometimes I even enjoy it. Okay, actually never. But usually I come in early and leave early, so I can have plenty of time at whatever bar I decide to grace with my presence. I thought this weekend would be the same. I was wrong.
Boss: Got some family things to do tomorrow. Let’s meet here at 6:30.
Me: 6:30am? On a Saturday?
Boss: No! I would never ask that. 6:30pm.
Me: Oh. Right.