OMG. It’s Sunday evening.
That means in less than 12 hours, I’ll be back in the office.
Shit.
After working from home for a couple of years, and then going to part time, I have no idea how I did this week in and week out. I also don’t know how I’m going to survive the next couple of weeks until the injured secretary returns to reclaim her desk.
I often comment, “I am too old for this shit.” I now truly understand, in my heart of hearts, what that means. Sunday, the “day of rest,” is almost over, and I am definitely NOT done resting.
This fat old lady’s ass is at half-mast.
My fat old lady’s ass has no plan to run up a flag pole and see who salutes.
And yet, I don’t want to go to bed yet. Then my weekend will be over.
Shit.
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 
Going back to a full-time job after 5 years a part-time indie contractor in LA…that was hard. But I have sort of whittled it down to a part-time gig again, so I guess I can’t complain too much…
Who ever came up with this 5 days on, 2 days off schedule?? American work ethic my ass. Not equitable.