I used to love 3-day weekends that started on a Friday. Especially the summers, back in Jersey. Man, I'd sleep in but still be on the train and down the shore by like noon on those days. Checked into the motel - Seaside, Point Pleasant, Belmar; or staying with a friend in Red Bank or Keansburg or Asbury or Hazlet or Little Silver or Spring Lake, whatever. Every once in a while, we'd even go the other way - and we'd head up to Lawn Guyland Long Island and stay with friends in Queens or Mineola or Garden City.
Once, we even did a weekend-long party at a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend from Mineola's place out in Old Westbury. The gate to the driveway of his (parent's) house was 1/4 of a mile or so from the front door, and they had a city-sized swimming pool in the shape of a duck in their backyard...
Of course, back in those days, I actually had regular work on a Monday through Friday schedule. These days I have (too) many 3 (or 4, or 5)-day "weekends", but I don't get paid for any of them. Bah!
My favorite holiday weekend years back was always Thanksgiving, because we'd be closed Thursdays - and Friday was a holiday, too - but we had to have somebody there "just in case". Since I was young, single, and in need of money, I'd always volunteer to be the guy at "work" that Friday. Mainly because I'd get 2.5 times pay (8 hrs. pay for the holiday plus time-and-a-half for "working" that day). And I'd always get it, since everybody else wanted the family time and the 4-day weekend.
Ah, those days were awesome - stroll in off a late train, grab a chair, kick my feet up and read my book or magazine(s) for 8 hours... and bounce by 3:30, with the knowledge that I just got paid $300 to sit down and read. If only every day could have been as pleasant. And if only I could get paid for doing that now. Ha! Anyways...
Maybe one day soon. :) |
