13+ hour day. Again.

[samaritan1975]

The candy on the walls is screaming my name.  In Esperanto.

I have not eaten since noon.  My wife is home, waiting for me.  We are reworking 2 weeks worth of reports that we just found out earlier today were incorrect.

This happened last night, too.

I'm the guy who 'turns the lights on', so to speak, so I don't get a reprieve necessarily.  And I'm salaried.  Which means the average fast-food worker is going to be making more per hour than I am by the end of, oh, say, next week.