Evidently, I didn't get my TPS report done on time so Lumberg asked me to come in on Saturday. It's a gorgeous day outside and I'm enjoying it in the comfort of my office. *sigh* I'm certain there are things to be done at home - laundry, walking the boy, 80s movies to be viewed on TBS, muffins to bake for baby shower tomorrow, etc - but here I sit, cursing my job. Had to take a break from crap report I've been working on since 10am. For the record, it is now 2:20pm and I'm about 2/3 of the way through. You may be asking yourself, "Does she get overtime?" Uh, no. Or perhaps, "How about comp time?" Not so much. Please file this under "Careful What You Wish For" as ever since I got my promotion, I'm spending more Saturdays in the office. Better get back to work so I can head home soon...those muffins won't bake themselves.
2 comments:
Yeah...I'm gonna need you to come in on SUNDAY too.
I'm a red stapler away from being Milton....
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