Workin' Girl. Yearning for regular hours and a cocktail.

Most of you know, I work part-time at a radio station. It's the same radio station that brought me from the MidWest to the land of Taxation Without Representation seven years ago. As a part-timer going through rough times at home, I begged and pleaded for any and all hours to possibly be thrown my way.

Nobody wants to work at holiday time and boy-howdy have I picked up hours! This week I'll be working 2:00pm to 10:00pm every day, and though I love the work, the schedule has me a little wonky... You see, around 4 o'clock every afternoon, I get a hankering for a cocktail. Just one, but a necessary cocktail nonetheless.

I'm pretty sure that a singular daily cocktail does not constitute a Problem, but knowing at 4:30, that mama won't have her medicine until 10:30 (maybe even -gasp!- 11:00pm) makes my heart weary. Don't get me wrong, I've always dreamed of having drinks with Jim Vance, but not while watching him on the news. He would, however, still be dressed as dashing and dapper as I have come to expect; we would simply be in a lounge somewhere with a jazz trio playing sweetly in the background.

Aahhh... I got lost there for a moment. Oh yes! My cocktail. I miss my cocktail. Alas, I need the money more and getting out of the house is a minor miracle as well. Therefore, the cocktails will have to wait. I'm pretty sure they miss me, too.

In honor of strange hours, please have a properly timed cocktail for me tonight. Cheers!