Well, eight work hours. I'll probably be at the office for more like nine, even though I haven't taken a lunch since my first week there. And I've yet to leave for work or anything, so it's more like 10 hours, I guess. Still. What I'm trying to say is that there is finally a light at the end of the tunnel.
Yesterday seemed to go better. Everyone I've been doing actual work for has been quite pleased with what I've done -- very little editing or ripping my results to shreds once I hand in my draft. And yesterday, I finally wowed my trainer. 'Bout damn time. It didn't really make me feel any better, though.
I can't wait to not have to work tomorrow. And maybe if I spend all of Sunday evening drinking at the Bastille Day Block Party, I won't have to focus so much of my energy on dreading the start of the work week.