Something Wrong Here.....

Today (Friday), on my day off, I got called into work. It was not really a surprise, I knew about this on Thursday. I agreed to the whole thing.

Now under normal conditions, the idea of me working overtime is insane. Voluntary overtime is totally unheard of. Me, The Lazy One, going to work on my day off, voluntary? Huh? This can only mean a few things.

1. Another sign that the end of the world is near is here.
2. I am on forced medication.
3. The aliens are using mind control devices again.
4. I have a large gambling debt to pay off, and the bookie is at my door.
5. The price of beer has gone up, and I need more money.
6. I fell off a ladder and hit my head too hard.
7. The radiation from the airport x-ray machines is finally getting to me.

But as much fun as it is to speculate - the truth is fairly simple. I like this job. I like the people who I work with. Also I have nothing else better to do. If I did not go in, what would I have done today? Nothing, thats what. I would have pissed the day away playing Destroy All Humans on the Playstation 2.

Not to mention the overtime pay. That is nice to get. I have racked up a bunch of OT hours for this pay period. I am going to like my next check.

It is nice to have a job that does not really feel like work. Staying late, going in early, or even working on the most holy of all days - my days off - is something I do not mind doing.