"Oh Workin' from seven to eleven ev'ry night I' really makes life a drag I don't think that's right I've really been the best, the best of fools I did what I could, yeah 'Cause I love you, baby How I love you, darling How I love you, baby Mama loves you, girl, little girl But baby, since I've been loving you, yeah-uh I'm about to lose my worried mind, ohhh, yeah" That thing kinda describes how my last three-and-a-half day have been. Since 6 AM on Thursday I've worked for 62 hours and slept 15. That ain't too cool. Last night I went to a friends house, grilled some hot dogs, watched the Matrix and had ONE beer. It simply is not funny how drunk I was from that one beer. And tomorrow might be like it, maybe a sixteen hour workday. I know I'll love it when I get paid, but right now it's just not worth it. Sorry for the rant.
Oh, I will. I have my eyes set on a Super Redhead, Stella Artios and a weekend vacation. And one of the girls that just started working with us. And best of all, I have a dentist appointment at 2 PM tomorrow so I'll get off work early. YAY! Yesterday was a bit scary. I'd been working for 14 hours the day before, slept for 3 and went back to work. During that day I drove for 5 whole hours of the 17 that I worked, all inside of the city. There were several occations where I started up the car, set off and then suddenly realized I'd been driving for ten minutes and I didn't have a clue how I got where I was. I think that's the hint you get that you should probably slow down and get some sleep.