It's nice outside, the neighborhood kids are playing soccer in the street and my neighbor's are smoking some recently-legalized weed (New Jersey). What am I doing? Getting dressed up, because 30 minutes from now, I have to go do the closing shift at some overrated fast casual restaurant that serves mediocre tasting chicken to the infamous after-church crowd.
It would be nice to at least do morning shifts to at least have time to chill on a weekend, but noooo, other people's availability screws with mine. It's been almost a year since I had a weekend of having fun and actual resting.