Last night I had a fight with my wife when my relief didn't show up at work and I was calling her to tell her I was going to offer to work a double so my boss wouldn't have to find someone on Christmas Eve and ruin 3-4 people's nights rearranging shifts (I work security, so he likely would have had one extra warm body at best - end of the story I was right, he barely had coverage, buuut...) when I was going to be working Christmas day anyhow, and he'd have an easier time finding someone 12+ hours out than right meow, it'd save me a commute, etc.

Anyhow, this is an ongoing issue with that coworker, and she got mad, told me to just tell him I quit and that she'll pay all my bills until I find a less... unstable company to work for. Whatever, it's just my weekend gig that pays for all my hobbies, she makes like 3x what I do so it's not an empty promise, all will work out in the end even if I feel like garbage inconveniencing someone, especially a boss who treated me so well these last couple years.

Fast forward to 5AM, when I wouldn't have been home if I stayed at work and my wife would have been dead out for another few hours, and I wake up from a light doze in my computer chair, having stayed up late playing games, and I hear water. A pipe burst in the kitchen ceiling. My wife would have taken hours to notice it, but given when I dozed off, the amount of water spatter and waterlogging of cloth and paper items in the kitchen, I may have caught it within 10-15 minutes of it happening, no more than a half hour by my guess.

I don't know if there's a moral to the story, or a point, or even if it's Pittsburgh relevant other than the cold snap we just had, I just need to grumble about my troubles. Merry Christmas, don't be afraid to make a change I guess?