Twelve-Hour Day

We had some things we had to finish at work today, so I volunteered to stay late. I hated working the twelve-hour days, but it's not so bad when it's voluntary. And when it's not, like, every day. And when you know you're getting overtime pay for it.

It was actually kind of fun. Everyone that stayed were people I like. The people that irritate me the most went home. We got pizza for dinner (and I have pizza for lunch and another dinner).

We even had the radio going. This part was actually only fun because a few folks, including Hey Mon, were dancing and being silly. I was reminded why I don't listen to the radio much anymore and that I don't like hip-hop as a rule. In three hours we heard at least five songs repeated. And did Britney Spears cover My Prerogative? She shouldn't have done that. Bobby Brown must be hard up for some royalties.

So now my Saturday schedule is all off. I must do at least one load of laundry before I go to the game this afternoon because I don't have any clean socks. Actually, that's not true. I just don't have any clean socks that I prefer to wear. Okay, that settles it. I'm not getting up early to do laundry. *yawn*