Out of the six days he'd agreed to work, he only bothered with three of them, and all of them being morning shifts. He'd been away from work just over three weeks so figured he wasn't needed for night shifts. They'd managed OK since he'd stopped working and felt it'd be a waste of time for him to be there when there were many small things he needed to fix, which could only be done during the mornings.
Two midweek day shifts, a final Thursday afternoon and he was finished. The Thursday shift being just as fun and memorable as the last time he'd done the same shift three weeks ago. He and his Russian friend taking frequent breaks from working to down glasses of vodka/Sprite. They paced themselves, bowing out, finally, at midnight. A marathon drink and work session of around eleven hours.