...unless of course they are 11+ hour days in which case they reach levels which can only be described by Dante. In the Inferno.
I just want to know how I, a slacker really, ended up the typical workaholic. Seriously. I didn't see this coming and I doubt anyone else did.
I do love my job...I just wouldn't mind if maybe there was a tiny bit less of it. I'm just sayin' here.
First formal observation this week so I'm majorly in overdrive here. I want to blow the VP's socks off. Truly. So, 11+ hour days here I come. It's 6pm, and I think I'm gonna nap and then get up and do yet more work.
The next person who tells me teacher's are either (a) overpaid or (b) shouldn't complain cause they get summers off or even (c) are paid quite enough for what they do is gonna be the recipient of a well-deserved bloody nose.
*sighs* Damn, I need a life.
Outside of work that is.
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