My fucked up weekend began yesterday.
Friday: Hair stylist with the missus for 6 hours, get shitty highlights cause the missus thinks that will look cute, crappy togo's that decided to fall out the car and onto the street, going to IKEA with the missus for 4 hours debating about our new living room arrangement and my study space.
Saturday what should have happened: Crepes with some of my homemade chicken sausage, put on the pistachio crusted roast, build whatever I got at IKEA. Enjoy a nice bourbon. Buy tickets to KISS/Motley Crew and Giant's game for both of our dad's birthday.
Saturday what is happening: get called at 7am to go to WORK for 16 hours all the way in Emeryville which is an hour away.
Sunday: WORK 8 hours, then build stuff from IKEA, catch that bourbon I want so bad.
this new job sucks cause I don't know when I'll be called to work. I don't have a set schedule yet cause I'm not a full time employee. I don't get permanent hour's till after my 60 day probation and peer review. And I only get payed monthly. It's a coop though so I'm gathering experience's along the way everyday.