Steven Bobb
Beloved of All
It "used to be" that, at least at certain times, I could count on a certain pattern. In the past, I'd always get Sundays off, no questions asked. Now, it's like I have to fight for my life for a Sunday off. The summer, a traditionally slow season, would slow down. Now, I've been busy in the summer. Holidays...now, I've even been zapped on Christmas. Nights I was "caught up." Now, I sometimes run well into the night. Request is for it to go back to the old way.
