The eve of my birthday weekend

One of those crazy nights at work. People being picky, showing up early, having a million questions and requests, phone ringing non-stop, a bus of 15 people here to check into their rooms all at once. I'm glad I'm into my last 2 hours before I'm supposed to have 4 days off. Which will probably turn into 3 days off since I'll have to work Monday to get out of a Friday shift. But Monday's my birthday :(

I hate being double booked. I hate my second job.

But I get to spend the weekend with my boyfriend and favorite friends. So I don't have too much to complain about right now.