Not supposed to be at work. At work. Getting double pay does not make it worth it.
I'm at work even though I'm on vacation, and I'm not getting double pay either. Someone who knows I'm on vacation just asked me to do something for her. grump whine And of course I did it. My only comfort is that my boss is also "on vacation", and I've been getting emails from her all morning, so she's working too. Next year, I swear, I'm not waiting until December to take all my vacation days in a lump lest I lose them. (I make this vow every December, you know.)
It all feels like such a game.
It's all such a BS game.
But! I have a good job, and a nice new floor, and I've started losing weight again, and I'm going to see Star Wars Friday with a bunch of cool folks and it's free, and I'm going to London with my BF in a couple weeks, and life is pretty good. So. Gratitude not grumpiness.
Ah, crap, I've got to finish the Christmas stuff today.