Working on Easter, as usual. So no fancy meal, and no one else in our family celebrates it anymore.
For the last 29 years, I have only had 2 Easter Sundays off work. One of those Sundays was when I actually asked the supervisor for the weekend off, even though it was my turn on the schedule. I told her I had worked Easter Sunday for the last ten years, and she didn’t believe me–until she looked through the schedules and found that I was telling the truth. So I got it off.
But that was years ago, and a different supervisor than we have now.
This happens because Easter Sunday changes every year, and our schedule is a “work every third weekend” schedule (hospital). It just always falls on my week. I could offer to trade, but that means someone else has to work Easter. So I just put up with it, especially since I don’t have children at home.
I wish Easter could be on the SAME Sunday every year, but I know that will never happen. So until I retire, I will no doubt be working Easter pretty much every year.
And going to the Easter vigil is not pleasant for me, because it lasts so late, and then I have to be up at 5 a.m.
We’ll probably have ham sandwiches for Easter. And marshmallow Peeps–lots of them! Maybe I’ll try using them in a sweet potato casserole this year! If I could only find the root beer flavored ones–that would be pretty tasty!
Sorry to be so gloomy, but this work situation really does bother me every year. When I was young and living in a different city, I loved preparing a great Easter Sunday meal and doing other celebratory things. But for years, Easter has been just another working Sunday for me. It’s absolutely the worst holiday to work, because the hospital doesn’t recognize it as a holiday, so there are no free lunches or candy or ice cream socials or anything (like Christmas, which has a treat or a concert or something every day during December, or Super Bowl Sunday, or even Halloween!), and it’s usually super busy, unlike the other holidays when everything slows to a crawl and we have a lot of sitting-around time to reminisce about the holiday with our co-workers.
The Salvation Army brass ensemble does give a mini concert in the hospital lobby, but that’s not anywhere near our department (lab). And I doubt they’ll do it this year because of COVID-19–no visitors, not even family, allowed in the hospital except in end-of-life situations.
Sigh.
Have fun everyone! Eat something really yummy for Peeps!