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*thud*
I clocked in at 0540.
I clocked out at 1645.
I never got a lunch, never stopped for more than ten minutes of non-work time, and that was late in the day to grab food at a Jack-in-Box (they screwed up my fries.)
Needless to say, I'm about two steps ahead of clinical death.
If I actually live through the night, and manage to drag my carcass in tomorrow, I don't want a pony. I want a team of freaking Clydesdales hauling a fully-loaded Budweiser wagon.
I clocked out at 1645.
I never got a lunch, never stopped for more than ten minutes of non-work time, and that was late in the day to grab food at a Jack-in-Box (they screwed up my fries.)
Needless to say, I'm about two steps ahead of clinical death.
If I actually live through the night, and manage to drag my carcass in tomorrow, I don't want a pony. I want a team of freaking Clydesdales hauling a fully-loaded Budweiser wagon.