Ah, what a joke. I arrived at work at 8:20 am yesterday (Friday) and got out of work at… you guessed it… 8:20 pm – That’s twelve hours later. A mail problem kept me occupied for the greater part of the day, and when 30000 users aren’t receiving their email, the pressure to put aside the things you really want to do on the same day is relatively high.
Still, my boss and I managed to fix the problem (hey, we’re a good team, hehe) and I think I got pretty much everything done that I had to get done before my vacations. Except buying tickets: When I left at 8:20 I really wanted to catch the bus; the alternatives were either to wait another hour (no way) or to talk to the nearest subway station (20 minutes on foot, no way either).
I wanted to check how much overtime I had put in this week, but the terminal we use to check our time balances was broken. I really don’t remember the exact times… but I think it was something like 10-12h for the week. I haven’t done that much overtime in quite a while. Not that I mind, it was necessary and at least I can feel really good about not working for two weeks now. Still, such long hours do have disadvantages. I didn’t manage to go shopping for food once this week, so I have absolutely nothing left at home. The stores open in about three and a half hours and I’ll probably be one of the first in line today. Also, when I work for 12h and then get home, I really do not have much energy left in me to do anything meaningful. On most nights, I just read some news and email, and dropped off to deep slumber. I did manage to test a few new computer games but not very thorough.
And don’t even think I had time for my website re-implementation project.
