Well, piffle.
Here had this great plan that included a yummy lunch that I cooked and ate a few hours ago (it had a salad and everything), then goofing around at home for several hours (maybe even doing a little cleaning) before picking up dinner and going back for bonus pet-nannying while taking the opportunity to watch Modern Family, The Middle and Mr. Sunshine live for the first time in a LONG time (and I haven't been watching The Middle at all since it dropped off Hulu) ... and two people called in sick at work and I was foolish nice enough to answer the desperate, desperate phone call of Manager Man.
And of course with FU weeks going on all over the place, after this weekend I was scheduled for a 7-day workweek. Which is now 8. And sure, it's no month-straight or anything like that, but it's still made of yuck.
But you can bet I'm heading in late. (Not by much though, because then I'd just be behind on everything).
And of course with FU weeks going on all over the place, after this weekend I was scheduled for a 7-day workweek. Which is now 8. And sure, it's no month-straight or anything like that, but it's still made of yuck.
But you can bet I'm heading in late. (Not by much though, because then I'd just be behind on everything).