Everybody's Working for the Weekend

My weekend was wasted doing inventory at the toy store that is my place of employment. Saturday I was there from 8 to 8 counting little Schleich animals and books and bouncey balls. Today I was there from 8 to 3:30 countingn more books and then some more books and then videos. It was a blast, let me tell you. The best part is that I didn't get to spend any time with my peeps because I had to, you know, sleep when I wasn't at work. Sat night I did go to dinner with a couple friends but I was home by 11. Does this mean I'm getting old and responsible? Not bloody likely.