|10:17 pm - Do you ever feel like you're Cinderella?|
For the second night, I'm at work way too late. Yet other people aren't even putting in their normal 8 hours. And yet one of them has the balls to tell me (before he left) that we'll probably need to work Saturday to "catch up."
It's a job. I need a job. I can't tell them to just fuck off. But, goddamnit, if you're going to say we need to work Saturday, don't go running off after 6 hours in a day. Especially while I'm doing 12 hour and 10 (and counting) hour days.
On the plus side, I might only be one day behind schedule when I leave this evening. Oh rapture, oh joy.
Current Mood: tired