it sucks

Ok, so it's not grueling physical labor, but it still sucks. I worked until 10 p.m. Thursday and Friday. Friday morning, I was so tired, I apparently turned off my alarm clock and went back to bed. I don't remember doing that, but it must have happened. I woke up to my secondary alarm at 7 a.m. Thank goodness for redundant systems. Anyway, so I missed mass on Friday. Did I stop working at 10pm because I was caught up? Noooooooooo. I stopped because I ain't working past 10. Mind you, I'm supposed to be off at 6. I'm still not caught up and the stuff keeps rolling in - a new pile of stuff every day and folks wanting their stuff taken care of.

It's a constant race against the clock. From the moment I start in the morning until I quit, I'm in front of a computer working as fast as I can. I am forced to break to use the restroom, other than that, it's constant. Can I stop and have a conversation with a co-worker? Not if we both are trying to stay on top of things.

There are some others working late with me. One of them said something to the effect of "No way am I going to lose this job." So I'm thinking that guy must know something I don't. My last job was 43% more money for probably 43% less work. Again, I'll just have to stick it out and see how things goes. Maybe as I get better at it, I won't have to put in so many extra hours. I ain't no friggin quitter. However, if it doesn't get better by end of August, I'm going to make plans to walk.

Today, Pooh and I will go see Mission Impossible and run some errands.