Ha. Good for your references, I guess, -t.

Aww, books, Kat.

Well, my project for today was a failure. But I still count it successful because the problem was one I'd anticipated, and it failed exactly the way I thought it was going to, but blazed on anyway. Shouldn'ta. And the parts that worked, worked maaaarvelously.

Oh, well. Still disappointing.

By the end of tomorrow I will have worked an 84 hour work week. I expect the next two weeks to be similar followed by one week of relative normality before it starts up again. And no, I don't get overtime.

That's kind of a win, that it failed the way you thought it would, right?

Why did I wait this long to start marinating my steak for dinner? Why? I would like to blame said steak on tommyrot, but the truth is that I meant to have it last night but it didn't defrost in time. And yet, still not marinated until now. I'll blame it on increasing my Time Spent Working this week by over 400% (because of course I track that. I listened to that TAL or whatever it was on self-quantifiers and was all MY PEOPLE!!!), that covers a myriad of sins. Also, had my weekly glass of wine before doing anything about dinner, which may have been a mistake. Live and learn.

Oof, that is so much, aurelia! Hope you get through it okay and can rest at some point soon.

I do think she's an RN herself, Kat.

Well, everything's sorted, and I've had the drug dropoff--dilaudid has to be kept chilled, kids, so now I have a small styrofoam cooler I'll never use again. Please don't give me another one next week.

Jesse, I posted this on my tumblr before I thought of Good Stuff, oddly: [link] I've never known a song by Bruno Mars, but that toddler is way engaging.

That's kind of a win, that it failed the way you thought it would, right?

Yeah, I'm taking it that way, but I'm also really disappointed, mostly because it sounded so damn good before I had to disassemble it. Anyway, I'm learning, and I like to learn, but I am pretty freaking tired, too. Lots of other life stuff going on that make stuff sting worse when it doesn't go the way I want it to.

But it's ok! I didn't actually need it for tour, and the one I needed I got finished. I can deal with it when I come home, and maybe I'll have an awesome new box I want to work with then.

By the end of tomorrow I will have worked an 84 hour work week.

Oh Aurelia, that bites.

Those are never fun, particularly when they're sequential and you don't get a day or two to sleep it off between weeks. Is it a long-term situation, or will the crunch ease off eventually?

I think this week will tally somewhere in the high 60s for me. For once I've been standing my ground that it's not possible for me to do everything my superiors want in the time allowed, so big heaping chunks have been farmed out to a very speedy subcontractor, who is once again saving our bacon.

One of my co-workers keeps whinging about how she's going to be at the office til midnight this week for the current crunch, and it's getting harder to bite back the response that if she didn't come to work an hour late every day and spend hours running errands, visiting with her daughter, and breaking to repeat the same complaints to me and another co-worker ad infinitum she'd be leaving at a decent-ish evening hour.

It would probably be closer to 60 hour weeks except that my boss has been out for the last three weeks with health issues and I've had to cover everything. It will probably be a month or more before he's done with chemo and radiation. I suspect it'll take some time for him to bounce back.

You know you're up too early when the news station is still playing the overnight music.... And our flight is delayed, so we aren't even leaving for another 20 minutes yet! Zzzzzz.