So, for the first time since I left the navy, I had to work on the weekend. I'm not afraid of doing this, I don't really care much as long as I get paid for doing so. My dad worked practically every weekend for 30 years or so, the concept is nothing new to me.
Course, the workload wasn't even all that bad. We were uploading files to a database and it was just going to take a lot of time. It ended up not taking as long as it was estimated to take, but still, this is the first data set of 12. All I really had to do was sit there and make sure it went in alright. One file didn't load properly so I had to take the data that didn't and put it at the end of another. No big deal.
Only difference to this weekend, other than the fact that part of the time I was dealing with work, was my Saturday and Sunday stuff got swapped. So, yesterday I did laundry, and today, I'll be watching a movie and going to Walmart.