The bad news is I'm hoping to watch THREE whole games this week, counting the Oilers and Hawks.
FWIW, I'm not dating, I'm working! My two nights a week gig has morphed into four nights, usually 8-12 Wed-Sat, which leaves me rings under my eyes and falling asleep in Sobey's. But I clear over $200 every night (ahem, mostly tax free) so when I've mused about quitting after Xmas I've caught a lot of shade from friends. Or, as one guy so delicately phrased it: "Most babes don't make that much even swinging on a pole".
Trying to meet the basics of daily living, keep up with my thesis, stay in touch with my friends, still have a sex life besides dating myself, and watch a few Jets games now and then is more tiring than I ever imagined. It's given me a whole new appreciation for how workers cope in this gig economy. Okay, end of whining, but I really WILL watch the Jets this week and accept any bad influence that might have.