Work, work, work
I worked this weekend. I worked Monday night. Took last night off for yoga-ing and coffee and delicious bagels. (Yay!) And then I worked — at the office — until 8pm tonight, came home, ate dinner, watched an episode of MLP on our increasingly crappy internet connection, and have been working again for the last hour. (It took nearly an hour just for the 14 MB work file to download to my computer. Thank you, magic internet fairies.)
Tomorrow I get wake up extra early so I can waste … er, spend the day in Chicago with my coworkers, enduring pep talks and state-of-the-office presentations and team-building exercises. And then I take the train home early like the grumpy old lady I am while the others enjoy a boat tour and have dinner. Why? Because I have deadlines that cannot be missed. So I will spend the evening working again, unless my twitchy, twitchy hand gives out.
Oh, and also there’s housecleaning to do. We have friends coming over Friday night. And then more work on Saturday, so I can get this thing printed in time for a Monday meeting. Oh, how I love the start of the academic year. You betcha.
On the plus side, I officially have a new boss who is not an academic dean. I am strangely hopeful.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. And an early wake-up call. /grumblegrumblegrrrrr