I can't complain, but sometimes I still do. (Joe Walsh
My daughter has had to work until closing four nights this week. I'm really not happy about it, for many reasons. (The words "school night" come to mind.)
Because I don't want her to have to wait in the parking lot (it's a tourist area, on the beach, in front of a couple of bars), I get there early just in case she's let off first. While I wait, I listen to podcasts and knit. It's not the most comfortable place to relax, but at least I'm accomplishing something.