I was all cranky earlier, pissed off about money and stressed about life in general. And because I was cranky, and irritated about my schedule next week ... I volunteered to work on Thursday. I normally work Thursday; I'd requested it off. I also normally work Fridays, but couldn't get there until five, so they just took me off. They have enough people on Friday, but not on Thursday. And I need the money. So ... I'm working on my birthday. My thinking at the time was basically that it's just a day.
In retrospect, that sort of depresses me.