Last week alone, I worked five lunchless 12 to 13 hour days, and one three hour Saturday. Basically, I worked a 65 hour WEEK.
Today I went into Elizabeth's office to tell her that I was going to lunch. I did this because I never take a lunch, so I didn't want her to wonder where I was when I was not at my desk. I was telling her this because I am nice, and I feel the ridiculous need to be available all the time.
Me: "Hey! I just wanted to let you know that I am going to lunch today, so if you need me and I am not at my desk, that is where I will be."
Her: "That must be nice. I'll be right here."
WTF? Seriously. Am I not working hard enough or something.
OMMFGWTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffFFF
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