Strike Three

I had a day off today.

No.

Let me re-phrase. I had taken today off.

Various doctors / dentists appointments for me and the Tartlet all afternoon. I figured, hey, take the whole day off. Catch up on the flist, reads some fics, write something.

I'd been looking forward to it for three weeks - a few hours of alone time. A little me and you time.

Then comes this morning, or actually last night, or actually this week, or maybe this month. I work eleven hour days and still didn't get done what I needed to get done. So I worked this morning. It was either that or screw over clients and co-workers and that I couldn't do.

Do you know what that says about me?

It says I need a new job.

*sigh*