Ah, Saturday

Saturdays..gotta love em. For the 9-5 world it's the day you run around and try to get everything done so you can rest up on Sunday. For me? I get to run around and try to get everything done in 12 hours at work...and there always seems to be a report that keeps me longer.

Funny, when I got off the elevator at work tonight some of the swing shift officers were arriving as well. I was set on hurry my giddyup speed to spend a few moments chatting before clocking in. One of the officers said loudly:

" We have our Hot supervisor here tonight!"

My first thought that popped out was " Wait... do I look mad to you?"

He laughed and said " That's not what I meant."

"oh"

Lol... I have never thought of myself that way, ever.

So yeah, I checked the mirror a few times tonight, wondering why tonight was any different

from other nights. I did look pretty good..but hot? Hmm..matter of opinion I guess.

I appreciated the compliment.

And yeah, as I passed by him before going through the door, cutting around those in line for radios..I grinned and said "thanks...."

From 230pm till 9pm it's a lot of walking, some assisting, ID issues, patron complaints. But as the hour of 9pm approaches..the fuse is burning and the night shoots off in rapid fire radio calls for supervisors. Basically from 9-0230 I run my tail off, and so does everyone else.

At the end of my day...

When I walk in the door finally home at 3am, I am greeted with soft sleepy meow's that quickly turn to loud and indignant complaints...

"where have you been for 13 hours?!!"

"And Where pray tell is my food?"

"Ahem?!"

He is now resting quietly on my lap. Gilly Bear.

Winding down now..not much time for that on Saturdays. I sort of have to force my body to come off work mode, because running for almost 13 hours leaves me wired.

Have a good night,

k