Well.
Day Five of my Six consecutive days of work. (Split up over a calendar weekend, of course, and so I get no overtime.)
I am telling myself I don't mind today, because today I am working as a personal favor to a coworker who needs, nay, deserves a day off. It is a beautiful day here and I hope she is having a lovely time with her mother, who is visiting from out of town, and I hope her husband isn't stalking her at all.
So i don't mind the fact that it's gorgeous out and I could be planting pansies or cutting sod. Nope nope nope. Nor the fact that I am this||close to finishing the fucking novel if only I had some time.
I am telling myself I don't mind today, because today I am working as a personal favor to a coworker who needs, nay, deserves a day off. It is a beautiful day here and I hope she is having a lovely time with her mother, who is visiting from out of town, and I hope her husband isn't stalking her at all.
So i don't mind the fact that it's gorgeous out and I could be planting pansies or cutting sod. Nope nope nope. Nor the fact that I am this||close to finishing the fucking novel if only I had some time.