60 hour work week, Day 5 (Stardate 92244.75): I eat so much when I’m working (rather than unemployed). Today’s foodstuffs go as follows (chronologically): PBJ, bowl of oatmeal, PBJ, granola bar, slice of supreme pizza, bowl of seasoned pasta, half a chicken flatbread sub, two slices of pumpkin pie, Greek yogurt, grapes, peanuts, homemade pizza, and ice cream (thus so far). I’ll probably eat more.
Also, I’m quickly losing what little sanity I have left. Sunday is the light at the end of the tunnel.
60 hour work week, Day 4 (Stardate 92241.84): I find our electrical engineer saying to me that “it’s nice to see someone back who actually knows what they’re doing” a far better compliment than both my managers telling me that I’m doing a great job and they appreciate my work.
60 hour work week, Day 2 (Stardate 92236.43): Biking to work at three in the morning is quite possibly the best decision I’ve made with my life recently.
Getting a flat on the way home, however, was not.
60 hour work week, Day 1 (Stardate 92233.69): Accidentally set my alarm for 2:30 PM rather than 2:30 AM. Awoke at 5:30, which caused me to arrive at work nearly three hours later than intended.