I fibbed and said I was hosting an event in the city, tonight, but I hate lying. I hate that I feel the need to make an excuse. But, I already stayed up all night on purpose, just to extend my day off, and am not prepared to drag myself to work at the last minute. It's simply too late. I may have no responsibilities, so to speak, but I take my time off as seriously as I do my time at work. Just as long as I'm asked in advanced, I will be work's b***h. But, my time off is just as important. I've sacrificed several personal events and occassions to cover shifts I was supposed to have off. But, I'm in home-mode, now, and this time, work has to sacrifice. If they only called last night. Besides which, it's not like they're going to make this time up to me. They won't be giving me tomorrow off instead.
Eff this! I spend the majority of my waking life being someone that I'm not, just so that I can socially scrape by enough to remain employed and housed. So, you'd better believe that on my days off, I go to extremes making it up to myself. It's called rejuvenating. It's called recharging. It's called work/life balance, and it's absolutely essential for me. Why should this be any less important than if I actually were hosting a event, tonight? It's not. I actually do have somewhere to be, tonight, but I will likely not go, because I need to be too busy couch-surfing, smoking the last of my weed, and just doing that all-important nothing. And, why? So, that for the next three following work days, I can put the mask on a smidge less grudgingly, and maybe still recognize myself when the next day off comes.