...The Music Drags, The Music Drags, The Music Drags...

I know, I take long breaks from this thing it seems...sacrifice that was needed in order to switch focus from being a shiftless bum in university, to paying off that mortgaged future, in other words, I simply have no fucking time.

I think I may be dying as I write this, I know better, and yes we're all slightly dying all the time and all that jazz, but after being really sick all last week (and still going to work - I was training my backup, so I didn't have to do much so don't yell at me)....but whatever it is, after the weekend of rest and thinking I was over it, I've been fucking slammed hard today. Spent most of tonight asleep, or half asleep anyway. (I also switched from night shift to days mid-week...I think I may be trying to kill myself)

Normally I don't blab this much about work, but I have a feeling it'll be the death of me this week, I'll never make it to 28. Visitors from corporate will be in house tomorrow, and it's bad enough that management is running scared...so who knows what that means for me and the time that has been set aside for said visitors to sit with me and watch....stress basically....although I have a knack for getting along with hard-asses from work...except one guy at a previous job years ago, but I think he was an asshole anyway so there was no pleasing him.

Bonus. Now that I'm on days, there's nothing to do for me the last few hours (extra training person right?) so I'm back in the thick of it on the floor, handling crazy questions, and making calls to fix situations...normally I like that, but not when I want someone to shoot me.

OK enough whining about work boo hoo....click on the title for a surprise.

Lata