~yawn~
so i figured out that from friday thru sunday i worked a total of 44 hours and still made it into the office by 9:30 this morning. yeah, a little late, fucking sue me. this was after working a full week (40 + + + hours) last week. but all is done and (as long as everything clears the p.o.) i am a happy girl. tired, but happy. tonight i am going home and hitting the sack as soon as i walk through the door. working this way is total horse shit. i need a normal job. better yet, a job with absolutely no real responsibilites. "would you like paper or plastic?"