All of my life, right, left

Half way through the week o' hell, and I'm still alive. Tired, but alive.
Monday I was asked to work late, so I did, because I'm I good little soldier.
On Tuesday work went as fine as can be expected, and after work I went out to dinner for a girl at work's birthday. It was fun. The majority of people I work with are awesome. So that was that.
Today was crazy as all hell. Busy busy busy, and on top of that, one of the line cooks up and quitting in the middle of lunch. Not that I blame him really, but bad timing? Oh yes.
I was supposed to work late tonight, but Francois let me out of it, due the fact that today is really supposed to be my day off, I suppose.

Anyways, I'm rather tired, and just holding out, and hoping the end of the year comes quickly, but for all I know I'll end up working Christmas eve as well as New Year's eve, seeing as they're both Saturdays, but yes, the quicker the better.

Oh, and since I got off early today, I took my uncle out for a pitcher of beer, and man was it good. We always drink the same beer, and say the same things (bitching about work), but it's good to let it out once in awhile with someone who knows exactly what's going on.

I just felt like I had something important to say, but I've lost it now so you'll have to make due without. Sorry.