Can’t I have just one damn normal work week? Please?
The last couple weeks, doctor’s visits have taken up my time and wrapped my usual schedule around a swizelstick.
In the weeks before that, as it is today, either my employer’s national or regional IT crew have decided that my Friday shift is a damn good time to fiddle with the system. Not Saturday day or Sunday day, but fuckin’ Friday night.
And this time, it’ll be through Sunday at approximately noon, meaning I have to show up early on the dreaded Monday.
So I’ll be arriving at the work place, sunglasses on and slathered in sunscreen (it actually stopped raining for a couple days in April) at 1500 instead of my normal 2100. Pray I don’t ignite.
See you all tomorrow.