I’m hoping my day continues at this leisurely pace since it’s technically my weekend off; this means that I’ll have worked three in succession by next weekend. I agreed, for the third time in the three months I’ve been here, to switch one of my regular days with the only other day-shift co-worker. This last time she asked for a switch I did let her know as diplomatically as I could that I don’t really like switching dates for work because the consistency of my schedule allows me to make appointments, etc. on my days off in addition to the fact that, since I travel an hour one-way, I stay overnight to work my two days before I am off again. There’s always that little bit of pressure at work when asked to do things because I never know when I may be the one who wants a favor so it’s walking a fine line between accommodation and a door mat – at least in my previous work experience. But I’ll say right now that we have a very small, cohesive and conscientious work group here and this co-worker to whom I’m referring is considerate and not one to take advantage so I’m not complaining – I just miss my routine.