Since JM and I moved here, we've both had the same days off, Monday and Tuesday.
I don't take for granted how lucky we were to both land jobs in the same business, in the same market, at the same time. Not to mention - having the same days off. We have people (in the business) tell us how lucky we are all the time. We were very lucky.
But soon, those days of hand-holding downtown strolling may be nearing an end.
JM has taken a M-F schedule for the summer months, and I am still on my W-Su shift. This would be fine in about three months when our schedules would once again realign, however, now possible news of a shift change for me! (Nothing concrete, yet)
This whole time I've been working weekends, I have felt as if I were missing out. Family events, festivals, things happening on the WEEKEND.
When I took the job, It was the first time in six years I've had to go to work on a Saturday or Sunday. The first time in six months I don't look forward to Friday as everyone else does.
My TGIF comes on a Sunday night.
But, now as having weekends off becomes a semi-reality in the future, I'm actually not looking forward to it.
What am I gonna do all by myself?
What's the point of having a boyfriend if you can't have days off together?
Okay, that's a bit extreme, but STILL.
Jimmy's logical explaination: That's what you get new jobs for, to work your way up. So maybe since he's also the low man on the totem pole, he'll work his ways up as well?
A reason the news business can suck: scheduling.