I love weekends.

Work is awful. We had layoffs, now we have WAY too much work, and instead of doing it, we have long meetings whose sole purpose is to let us complain about how miserable we are. It's not good. They are dangling the possibility of ever-so-slightly more money at us, but one way or the other it's bringing everyone DOWWWN.

They keep opening up weekend hours for people who want to come in and get some more work done. I could really use some extra time to get work done, but i am happy to say that i have not worked a single one because i have NO free weekends. Because my weekends are spent doing the things that restore my will to live enough that i can face going back to work on monday.

This weekend i have 2 days of agility and one day of dog show at the Big E grounds. It is going to be a BLAST and my totally awesome new agility instructor (Clyde, who everyone in their right mind has a crush on) is going to be there.

A couple weekends ago, actually on Halloween, i saw Great Big Sea up in VT with Shawna. We walked downtown and along the Lake and ate crepes (so glad the crepes place didn't exist yet when we were in college), and then jumped up and down for 2 hours. GBS had an official decree from the Mayor naming Oct 31st Great Big Sea Day! (I realize it just applied to 2008 and in Burlington, but i say it's every Halloween everywhere from now on.)



Long live weekends.