so close to the break

Ooof. If I said I was working nine days in a row, would you be jealous? No. That's nothing, really. I had a friend once that worked three jobs at the same time and when he had one day off a month, he didn't know what to do with himself. He would experiment with red eye shadow.

Working work work. Oh, I can tell you my favorite story of the week. A late-teens girl was trying to print like very good research she gathered from Wikipedia and our public printer kept crashing and losing her print jobs one after the other after the other after the other. To her advantage, she was snotty and rude. I could empathize with her; who likes to have a printer crash when you're trying to print out like very good research gathered from Wikipedia?

Not me. I offered her my computer - since it's linked to a different printer, I saw no problem with her using it and printing out her like very good research. At this point in her huffing and puffing and sighing uncontrollably, I asked about her like very good research. She looked at me, like I was the stuuuuuupidest person on EARTH - the kind of person that couldn't possibly understand her like very good research + intellect and said, "It's for my so-cology class." Not a soft c - a soft c as in sociology - she made a hard C. A hard C like a Kuh. She said SOKOLOGY.

And not just once. About four times.

The moral of the story is correcting people is rude, especially when they are smarter than me. So I didn't say anything like, "Are you making a cute contraction out of sociology and psychology that, well, doesn't even make sense?"

Back to work. Or the nine days part. I'm just about to dive into day six. Days seven, eight and nine are going to seem like three Fridays.

Perhaps! ON. THE. HORIZON. A trip, a fast, fast weekend getaway to New York. I've never been, can you imagine? The prospect of going is distracting enough!