I'm really not excited about having to work two shifts on Saturday and Sunday morning.  Fucking hard my Mother's plan to have the annual birthday get together at her house.  It's always such a nice time over there, the dogs get to play with each other and the family gets a chance to talk before we meet again for Thanksgiving. Life sucks, but it really does moreso when it is something you have set in your mind for weeks and month prior. I knew this would be the deal in July―and by golly I was right.