It’s been a long week.
The days have been long. Breaking news (like this big ol’ fire) and big papers have made for long workdays… but I’m not complaining. I’m enjoying the 40-hour work weeks. The money’s good and not having a negative amount of money showing on my online banking? Awesome.
The nights have been long. Pete’s back on his normal night shift and even if I am tired by the time midnight rolls around, I can’t help but stay up – or, at least, half awake – until 3 or 4 a.m. when he gets home from work. Trying to wake up at 8:30 or 9 in the morning just doesn’t work after that for me.
And it’s not just this week. Last week was the same way.
I know, I know… cry me a river, right? But like I said, I’m not complaining… exactly.
I’m just sayin’.
I need a weekend. A good weekend. Like the weekends I had in Pullman. Except I’m not going to be in Pullman.
Which is why I’m so excited for this weekend and the company Christmas party/dinner. Quality time with coworkers outside of work? With alcohol? Yes, please! And hopefully Pete’s going to be able to go, too…