Some days I just do. I love the work, but I hate the circumstances.
I worked an extra 3 hours on Friday to get Saturday off. I couldn’t work any later than that, because a lot of the work I do is time-dependant, so there’s not much you can do ahead of schedule.
After a great Easter Break, fast forward to today.
Now, I’m salaried, so I don’t get paid a second past 3:00 pm. So guess who’s there until 8:45 tonight (from a start time of 7:00 am) catching up? It wouldn’t have been so bad, but they brewed right through the weekend, an since yesterday was a holiday, I had todays work, plus catch-up from the weekend, plus all of the start-up samples from yesterday (usually taking an hour and a half by themselves)

If I ever get it into my head again that a 3-day weekend is a good thing, throw something at me.