There’s a change that happens when you work unusual, varying hours than your friends.
For the past (almost) three years I’ve worked all hours of the day, never having the same schedule week-to-week. Sometimes this is s good thing, like when you have a Tuesday off and there’s no one at the grocery store fan you can get your errands done. It can also be a bad thing, like when there’s a pool party on a Saturday afternoon and you have to work.
But what really bites is what happens over a period of time. After a period of time, and numerous “Hey, let’s go out!” followed by “I can’t, I’m working.” conversations, you will stop being asked by your friends to get together; they will assume you’re working.
This is not always the case.
Take today, for example. It’s my one day off after closing three nights in a row, so I figured I would just chill at home since I was exhausted. Solace turned turned boredom. I thought of later in the day, about joining the gang for Services, and what time they would be going. I planned on that but also thought about brunch and getting out of the house. I checked in at foursquare and found out that the Services gang were already out to brunch, without me and without any invitation.
I thought about places I could go for brunch. The roommate was napping and so I went out and started walking. I came down 11th St down to Mass Ave and then headed east and wound up on CapHill. That’s about 4–5 mile walk, if you’re tracking.
Ending up at Mr. Henry’s (I was thinking of where to go for bloody’s the whole time but didn’t see anyplace that interested me) I checked the foursquare again and the gang was now at Fathom, with Drew & Bill, so apparently there’s been an entire day/afternoon planned.
Again, no invitation. So now I feel like intruding on their day to ask when they’re going to Our Lady of Perpetual Indulgence.
I get it.
I get it that after many times extending invitations and many times getting turned down that its going to be assumed that I’m working and can’t attend. There’s no fault there.