I worked every day of our three day weekend. But I got a raise and a lot of hours, so when my pay check comes, it will be ok. On Sunday, it started to snow about noon or so, and since we have all these big windows in the front at work, it looked like we were in a giant glass snowglobe. It was so pretty. The flakes were huge. So, even that was a good day. Even though I didn't really do much, I still had a really good weekend. Monday work went faster than I expected too. I was there from 7:30 until 3. But it was such a nice day it was just fun. I was back in the hole all by myself for a couple hours and I didn't even get bored. Between orders, I would just stare out the window at the pretty day. And look at all the people driving around and wonder if they're having a good day. And looking at the blue truck across the street. Have you ever looked at people and wondered what their life was like?? And if they ever think about the same things you do? At the exact same moment??