I took Friday off of work, but had to go in for a conference call and to get my CSA veggies. While at the farm the rest of Friday, I had to talk about work with my family. There was more talking about work on Saturday, when I realized I'd not gotten paid again.
Even worse than that was the fact that Friday night and Saturday night I was dreaming about work. Sunday was blissfully mostly work-related-stuff-free. Save for having to prepare for the work week, of course. And the lingering payroll bullshit, which I imagine will be lingering for the foreseeable future.
After working all day yesterday, I talked to my mom and KayGee about work. And even though I only slept a little more than six hours last night, my work dream seemed like it lasted eight hours. Then it was back to work today AND IT IS ONLY TUESDAY.
Right now, I think all I can do is pray for the sweet release of death. Something's got to give, no?
Oh, and I broke two wine glasses within an hour of getting home from the gym. One, I apparently broke with nothing but brute strength.
Calgon, take me away.