I’m working a triple this weekend. Saturday dinner, Sunday brunch, Sunday dinner. I’m going to Vegas on Thursday for a long weekend. And mama needs cash. So, I’m all in.
Actually, it doesn’t matter where the destination is. The week before I go on a trip, I like to serve as many shifts as possible. It’s my new ritual. Partly, it’s because the harder I work, the more deserving I feel of the vacation. My mindset has twinges of martyrdom mixed in with working class syndrome. I feel I should always be working and I like to be working. It’s not a bad thing.
Honestly and primarily, the extra shifts are for the cash. The money is unbudgeted. I didn’t plan for it. It’s not covering an expense. It’s not even on my excel spreadsheet. It’s under-the-table-in-my-pocket loot. It’s play money… so I’m going to play!
I’m not much of a gambler. There might have been more allure to it when I was younger and more optimistic. A non-profit lifestyle and cynicism have helped me stay gamble-free over the decades. I don’t like to part with my money so easily. And I don’t have any illusions of winning. I seldom buy lottery tickets. I just don’t feel that lucky!
Of course, I spend plenty of my money on frivolous stuff with no return on investment. So, it’s not like I’m miserly. I have a generous nature. As I plan for Vegas, I’m not thinking of the oodles of winnings. I’m anticipating a people-gawking adventure. Any gambling I do is me helping the tourism industry. I do what I can for the economy.
Well, break is over! Mama needs to get to work. Come on big money! 😉