I returned to Baltimore on the early morning Acela train this morning, having spent the last 9 days in Connecticut. During those nine days, I worked 109 hours, mostly in two shifts a day with naps in between. For instance, I stopped working on Friday night around 11 PM (I think), then worked from 11AM – 4PM Saturday, then again from 8 PM to 7 AM Sunday…at which time I drove home for mother’s day, where my mother celebrated by making me eggs, doing my laundry, and leaving me alone while I took a nap downstairs. Thanks mom!
Overall, the trip was a resounding success, and I have a sadistic, competitive sort of addiction to the stakes involved. Really the worst part was the fact that I worked those 100+ hours in a room that was between 81-84 F all the time.
Now, however, I’m profoundly tired. I am fantasizing about bed.
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What kind of crazy new weapon of mass destruction (look how weird the word “weapon” looks, btw) is our government building that is forcing you to put in all these insane hours? Does it have anything to do with Weissicakes’ dog being “let go” from the service?