Nov 07, 2013 11:02
Yesterday I was supposed to be at home, but they called me in because The father of one of my colleagues had a bad car accident.
This means thta from here to my next break it will be 11 consecutive days I have worked. And still I don't know if he will be back by then.
Last night and this morning I didn't sleep well. I had baddreams. Not nightmares, but the kind of dreams you have problems shake off.
The Penguins lost 5-1 to the Rangers.
But apparently Willy Shakez, the booksite i am supposed to do some work for, is finally open. A bout of fresh air in what at 11:10 looks like a long day already.
myself and my life