It's been a hard days night.

So, here I sit.
At work.

On a Sunday.

At 9pm.

During Thanksgiving weekend.

Wow.

I've been at work since 8am.

I've been at work on Friday, the day AFTER Thanksgiving.
I worked on the following Saturday.

And I worked all day today up until this point.

I think I haven't been told to leave yet... because those who would tell me are too entrenched in their own last minute emergencies.

Ah. I stopped blogging because of another assignment.

Moving on, our company is in a bind because we have a deadline of Midnight Tonight, to submit digitally some type of report that somehow validates the way we do things.

I'm the guy that has to take the data they've been coming up with, so I can organize it in a way that other people can put it in pretty boxes to show we're legit.

So until that document goes flying, the data is still live, which means I'm on queue to go on air if/when the time comes.

But boy do I have to go to the bathroom.

If they end up not using my abilities after this 9:30pm mark, it's just more comp hours to tack on.

It will be weird to have left for work, no later than 8am this morning, and to not return until perhaps midnight. I'm sure other people have done this shift, but seeing as that it is not common for me, it exists as a curious anomaly.

I really want to go to the bathroom, but I fear what kind of person lurks in a Public Bathroom at 9:30 in the evening.

And so I wait.

I wait, bladder full.

I wait, wondering when we shall be released.

I wait, not having an assignment at this juncture and kind of glad not to.

Any other time consuming task that could be thrown on me could only mean a weightier sentence in the off chance I should make a mistake.

And having worked since Thanksgiving weekend up until this point means a mistake is easier to make, than not.

I just want to be here as moral support.

Who the hell knows what's going to happen.

I'll write later... if I need to.

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Mood: Worn
Food: Junk
Exercise: Typing?
Condition: TIRED AS HELL.

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