Wall. Hit.
Woke up this morning and it was really difficult to get out of bed. Even worse than Sunday and Sunday hurt.
I didn't even get to have any fun or anything last night. I think the cumulative long days have caught up with me and kicked me up the side of my head. I realised this morning that I have taken one actual day off in the last month. Every other day I've been at work.
I planned to go home early tonight and I think I can still do it. It's 7:30 now, and I think I have only 30 mins of stuff to do. That's just 11 hours.
Early.
posted by Aislinn Sirk @ 7:27 PM
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Well, 9 is kinda like 8, right?
Does this mean you did not give out any candy last night?
You know, if you actually did blow up the lab you could probably get a few days off.
*Calls Bob's advisor to say she'll be out for the next week*
I'm helpful like that.
Bob needs to come and visit me again. It's just so relaxing here.
Workaholics are insane. :)
Update: I left just after nine, met Mr Bob and we went for dinner and drinks (celebrating his second request for an interview) and went home and slept.
I slept until nearly 10 and got to work at 10:30 (usually I'm in at 8:30/9:00). It felt sooooooo good.
Also, I'm taking off Sunday, Monday and half of Tuesday, so thank-you Waltek for letting my boss know.
Wahoo! I'm a slacker.
And Boo, I gave candy to my students. That counts, right?
Good grief, woman! You need a break!
Enjoy those days off! *smooch*
Asks self question - "If my work were as fun as Bob's would I work 7 days a week?"
Nope!
Take a break before it snows!
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