My Last Saturday

Today has been in my thoughts for years and years. Every Saturday morning when I didn't want to get up early and start another incredibly long day, I would remind myself that one day it would be my last. My last Saturday.

After a fun and talking-filled Friday evening with an amazing group of people from my church, I finally fell into my bed around 11:15 knowing I would be up in a few short hours for my final Saturday morning 6:00 shift. The late night was made better with the thought that this would be my last Saturday shift.

I've worked every Saturday for the past five years of my life. Granted there was an occasional (and I stress the occasional) Saturday I would ask or have off if I was away on a trip or something special and specific was going on. But most of the time, I would work and then attend something else--concerts, parties, study groups, family outings, friend time, Little Sister meetings, visits to Joanna's, and the list goes on and on. I counted one summer--of the twelve Saturday's that summer break, I worked ten of them, and the other two, I spent in Florida on a church trip. During the school year, there might be one Saturday a semester I didn't work depending on concerts, tours, and tests.

I would guess that at least once a Saturday in the past five years while interacting with my customers, I wondered what it must be like to not work a job over the weekend. Now, I'll be able to live on the other side, not working weekends (even though I do realize teachers probably wouldn't survive if they didn't have time over their weekends to work and prep for school ).

It was a good Saturday shift today. Busy enough for the hours to go by quickly but not crazy enough that I was on edge always dealing with frustrated customers who had been waiting ages to finish their grocery shopping. Like the majority of the other Saturdays over the past five years, I came home and was off to something else. Today was, first, a wedding and then Little Sister time. All of which has left me, like normal, positively exhausted and unable to write anymore on this momentous day. So I'll bid you adieu for the evening.