Sunday Morning Blues

This is a throwback, I tell you what.
One of my coworkers called in sick today, so I'm sitting up here at work, collecting an extra 11 hour shift of OT for the week. Not that I'm really complaining, mind you, the money is definitely welcome. But this was my weekend off; I had planned on spending today doing very little.
Actually, that's not quite true. Though I may have planned on doing very little, Chel had planned for me to take down the Christmas tree. Yes, our Christmas tree is still up. I don't feel too bad; as long as it's down by Valentine's day, I'll be happy.
I'm glad I have one of those jobs where I don't actually do much "work", per se. I'm not out there making things or moving things or selling things. I've said before that my job is to wait, and that's pretty accurate, really. Now, if I were in a bigger town, it'd be different; but here in Kinsley, all I really do is wait. I wait for a lot of things. I wait for my shift to be over, mostly, but I don't know of anyone who's working on their scheduled day off that doesn't feel like that. Part of that is I rarely get to talk to people who are in a good mood.
Noone calls me at work because their happy, ya know? I don't get to hear from people who are having a good day. I hear from people because their house is on fire, because their car is wrecked, because they're sick, because someone they love is stuck in jail, because something has happened they can't deal with by themselves; because - in a way that is unique for every caller - some sort of hell has broken loose in their little corner of the world, and they need help to deal with it. So, yes, I'm more than happy to sit up here and wait entire shifts never having to talk to anyone on the phone.
But I'd still rather be home with my wife.