Note to God: Give Me More Hours Per Day

Cripes. I ended up staying at work late, doing stupid "trademark" searches for potential brand names. Glad I could help out, but it was grunt work – any warm body could have complied the same data. I should know better than to ask "Is there anything I can help out with?" AT 5:29 PM! I’ve figured out that no one really does anything above and beyond at work, at least not for the traditional reasons. No one goes beyond their duties to gain brownie points – no one does it expecting a raise. If there’s any common understanding at work, people pitch in to help reduce the suffering of their coworkers. I’m not saying this is the ideal atmosphere – I’m just explaining how my workplace functions.

Doh!

I played a few rounds of UT, started updating this blog, and suddenly – it’s 11:30 PM. Literally right now, as I type this. I knew the blog would take some degree of commitment, but dayam… updating this sucker involves more time than I originally imagined. Even now, I worry that I’m cutting corners, making brief entries instead of really spending time with it and writing/revising the note for each day.

I haven’t even eaten dinner yet. Just threw on some risotto, and that should get done by midnight. I’m chatting with mofo on AOL, and he’s informing me that I’m going to get fat eating like this.

*sigh*

Exercise. Gotta do it again. Gotta start Monday. Gotta sleep earlier. Gotta. Gotta.