Lately, I have been working 15 hour days. This has left my poor, wonderful husband to do all of our packing and make all of our preparations for the big move this weekend. I know he is stressed out beyond belief and I feel so bad for not being able to participate fully in our move. I am stressed out beyond belief as well, but not because of the move. I just cannot believe that I work 15 hour days and STILL need to come in on the weekends. I won't say that I cannot handle my job, but I am definitely getting pretty irritated with not having time for my life because of work. It is not like I am a professional -- although I work like one, I am certainly not paid like one.
Enough about that!
High points of my week: (aside from having Monday off)
Having the opportunity to sit down over lunch with the CEO of Blue Bell Creameries and voice my complaints about how they do not offer enough variety in their pints of ice cream. Seriously, who gets to do that?
My discovery of Absolut Peach.
10 PM spinach and corn tamales with my sweetheart.
Low points of my week:
Not getting to spend nearly enough time (or none at all) with my mister.
My OVERWHELMING work load.
Dealing with the alarm people yesterday.
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