It’s been a rough week. Thankfully it’s over. I had to work a lot of extra hours at my “real” job this week since my manager was on vacation. Basically I had to do the work of two people all week for the pay of only one. I don’t want to just sit here and complain but this poem from Dr. Seuss sums up my feeling about this week pretty well:
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss; he/she is the best.
I love his boss and all the rest.
I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and gray,
And the paper that piles up every day.
There’s nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers.
I hug it often though it don’t care.
I love each program and every file,
I try to understand once in a while.
I’m the happiest slave of my Uncle Sam.
I love this work; I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I even love these friendly men,
These men who’ve come to visit today
In lovely white coats to take me away.