The non-summer

It recently occurred to me that summer could be even worse than school. Aside from my much-anticipated country-hopping stint, I will have essentially no excuse to work less than thirty hours a week. This terrifies me because, knowing my managers, they will push until I finally snap and tell them absolutely no, at which point they will back off for perhaps a week and a half before starting to overschedule again. It's as if they assume I'll forget that I ever asked for less hours, and suddenly be okay with living at the store.
I told Paul I'm planning on setting up a sleeping bag, and maybe a pup tent, in the back room come June. He doesn't believe me, but I'm not necessarily kidding. It can be a good or bad thing that your managers like you.