I recently returned from New Orleans where I worked my butt off seven days in a row, averaging 12-14 hours a day. Then I came back to another full work week. No rest for the wicked, as they say. How about no rest for the pushovers? That would be more accurate in my case. Too bad I have NO vacation time because unlike some of the people I work with, I actually use vacation days. If I want to go to Anguilla in August, I can’t take a day between now and then, and I’m too honest to take a “sick” day (pathetic, I know). So in the meantime, I just work on my caffeine addiction and complain and fantasize about the day I leave this place (probably at in 2 months ) and take that next step in the right direction – you know toward actually doing something with my MFA. In spite of all my whining, I did have a nice weekend. It was anything but restful, however. I spent the bulk of it assembling IKEA furniture and playing catch-up with mundane chores like laundry and food shopping.
For now, this is the only thing that’s getting me through this insane summer: