Twenty Eight

I'm tired.

Between 10am Saturday morning and 10pm Sunday night, I was on production support calls for 28 hours. An entire weekend ruined.

Do I get paid overtime? Nope
Do I get comp time? Nope
Do I get a cupee doll? Nope

And these weren't 28 hours on a call listening to other people talk, wishing I were as smart as them. This was Joe having to drive, facilitate, troubleshoot, actually use my noggin. My brain is fried.

And I've spent another 10 hours on calls today for work, and guess where I am right now? That's right. On another production support call.

I need a vacation!!!