work on Saturday

hi everyone,
well, here I am on a saturday morning sitting at work, listening to the 'Once" soundtrack. I watched it again last night before fallingasleep. I really like that movie and it's music. I'm glad I saw itbecause it's really gotten me back into playing guitar. I've got mycalouses back and my chops. I would even go so far as to say I'm better thanI ever was. I'm working overtime today even though the higher-ups don'tapprove. Bethany, who usually works on Satuday is gone today because it'sher birthday.Normally, if I were to work on a Saturday she would ask me to tradesome hours with her but, you know I don't think that's fair. So, earlierin the week when she asked me to work I told her I was unavailable. I lied cuz Iwanted to take her shift this week and really wanted the overtime. but I'messentially doing her a favor. What has she ever done for me? If she wants theday off, she can but, I hate coming in on a Saturday if I don't have to. Iwork 40 hours a week as it is and stretching that over 6 days really is a painin the ass. I'd really like to get paid more for coming in an extra day. Iasked her yesterday what she was doing for her birthday and she said she was" apple picking and going on a hike." sounds fun...like watching chickmovies all day and crying til your eyes hurt. Anyway, that means I'm here. Ithink they're going to try and make me go home early but, I need the Money!So, I'm going to make myself busy so I can get all 8 hours. I rode my bikein today. Frost was on the ground for the first time this season, a definitechill in the air. My hands were really the only thing giving me grief for beingout in the cold. I actually had a beautiful ride in today after my body startedto warm up. The sky was clear and the sun was shining on my back, no wind atall. Lake Monona was like glass and the shoreline fisherman were out infull-force, all bundled up and lining the bike path in front of the Terrace.Further down the path, I come close to the coloseum and the Dairy Expo is beingheld there all weekend. The field behind it is clogged with hundreds oflive-animal trailers and the smell of shit has taken over the oxygen andit's pretty hard to hold you breath on a bike. By the time I arrived atwork, it had warmed up a little. The sun was higher in the sky and my back wassweaty. A unique ride in respect to the time. Well, the point of this e-mail isthat I wanted to stretch my writing muscles a bit. Thanks for reading!