I keep forgetting what day it is.
This is a bad sign. I figured out yesterday that by the time Christmas rolls around, I will have gone almost exactly three straight weeks without a day off. Without one -- day -- off.
How am I keeping sane? I don't know. I didn't really know that this level of "working stiff" was possible.
Come January, leaving the mall at ten will be a treat. I'll check my watch and say, wow, I can't believe I'm leaving this early. (Well, I'll look at my cell phone; I haven't worn a watch in about two years.)
At least there's an angel on my tree. I can't decide if I want Christmas music or silence.
Is it Friday? Is it really? I forgot again.
1 comment:
Hang in there and such. I'd probably work that much if they'd pay me for it.
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