Weekend Overtime - 12 Days On, 2 Days Off

Sunday overtime.  Loverboy was wrong - nobody's working for the weekend, except me.  I tell ya, trading away your life for a few extra bucks really grinds on you sometimes.  The only reason I take any time off is when I have my kids every other weekend.  Gotta jam in every last extra hour of overtime while it's available.

Because the only goal I have is to get a physical location for the First United Church of Cthulhu.  I got my house for a really good price after the banks crashed the housing market.  And since they've been artificially inflating the value of homes, I have a massive amount of equity built up.  If I can find a good warehouse property without too many psychotic Alice Cooper homeless types from The Prince of Darkness wandering around (yes, that is a problem here) or maybe a nice commercial property in a strip mall, next to a strip bar; then I can sell my house, use the equity to get a decent property, and have a 15 ft statue of Cthulhu made (industrial 3D printers can go up to 60 ft!).

And you're going to love the rest of the build out.  The church will became a one-of-a-kind worldwide destination.  And when your coworkers ask what you did over the weekend, you'll be able to tell them, "I went to the live goat sacrifice and BBQ of Shub-Niggurath at the First United Church of Cthulhu."  It might take a few months, it might take a few years, but it will all be worth it in the end.