This is what passes for a Fungus post when I have to be at work five days a week.
I honestly didn't expect that I would be working this many hours, but I'm over 30 this week, then over 32 next week and the week after. I mean, damn--I need the money, there's no doubt about that, but isn't Obama going to sic the IRS on them if they do this?
Well, whatev--that stuff's above my pay grade.
I was feeling pretty damned crummy when I went in to work this morning, though. It took two doses of Imodium to shut my gut down and at that I felt as if I'd been embalmed. I had no appetite and was dragging for the first two hours of my day. I don't know what the illness is, but my appetite returned partway through the day and I was able to survive, so WTH.
Interestingly, though, one of my professors from DeVry came in today with a laptop problem. He said he's retired now. Well, how nice.
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It's Friday night, and I'm just going to go to bed, because I'm exhausted.