How’s was your weekend?

I’m a 40-year-old short guy living in the USA. I never had any luck with dating. So my weekend consist of working 16 hours on Saturday the begging my boss to let me work Sunday. But he refuses because the law unfortunately doesn’t allow us to work seven days a week. I get home around 7 PM. Stop at the liquor store get a fifth of Jack and drink myself unconscious around 2 AM. I’m usually getting woken up by my tall neighbor bringing some strange home. He just met at the bar and banging her brains out. If I’m feeling good, I usually submit a noise complaint. But I just sit on my bed for the rest of the night and cry myself to sleep. Sundays. I usually just sit around my house looking through divorce stories.