Saturday

For the better part of my adult life, I've worked on Saturdays.

First it was on the sports section of the Waterloo/Cedar Falls Courier. Then it was the World-Herald. And then, for about nine months or so, I didn't have to work on Saturdays anymore — I was a reporter.

That was strange. Two full days off? In a row? Crazy.

We all know what happened next, and I've been back on Saturdays again for two years now. Running the store, I feel like I need to be there on Saturdays — it's the busiest day of the week, with the highest traffic count, the best opportunity to bring in the dollars, etc.

But after Chris (Wolff) left and headed into the mountains, someone needed to work on Sundays. Because of various scheduling issues, that somebody is me.

And I do not like it.

It's not about working on Sunday — that's not a big deal. And it's not like I don't want to be home with Chris and Jack on Saturday. But I spent all day Saturday wondering how things were going at the store. Were they taking care of everybody? Were we missing any opportunities? Would we do better if I was there?

This is fairly needless worrying. I have an excellent staff, and we hit all of the numbers we needed to hit. But after being programmed to enter Saturday ready to take care of business ... wow, it's a big change.

That said, I got a good ride in Saturday morning, got stuff done around the house and managed — over the course of the weekend — to not take my car out of the garage. Not bad, really.

And now, back to the week. We're finally heading for nice weather — and by nice I mean we won't have to pack a vest or arm warmers in our pockets. See? Nice.