I think it's best if I don't get all
gloaty about working so few hours in a month if that situation arises in the future. My morning counterpart called in both yesterday and today, so I hit 19 hours today. Did I mention I was supposed to be off today? Cuz I totally was.
I was having texting negotiations with my supe while waiting for an appointment this morning. "You can stay till 4 or 5 if you want." Oh, can I? :P "I can commit to 3 at least, iffy on beyond that." "What about at least 3:30?" "Man. You're lucky I packed Sunday night." "Very lucky." Ended up working 9:30-4:30, at which point I HAD to leave to throw Kitty in the clink.
*sniffle* I voluntarily removed my kitty from my apartment and then came home without her. Oh, and the scale was all wonky and made it look like she'd lost one of her five pounds in the past four weeks (her lowest reading was 3.9lb), so I was freaking out about that.
But! I will be on a plane to California in 12 hours! At which point I will take an effing nap, because I had to be up at 6:30 for an appointment this morning, and I will be leaving for the airport at 3:30 tomorrow morning!