Mandatory overtime at work just went through the roof. Had it Tuesday, had it tonight, will have it tomorrow. Oh, and Saturday and Sunday are mandatoried, too.
My boss came in, breaking the news while, I swear to God, carrying a platter of cookies and inviting everyone to take a cookie while saying, "Sunday is mandatory for everyone! Have a cookie! Yeah, sure, you can have two!" Like he was asking me to clean up my room. I fought the urge to ask him if he could think of a less dignified way to deliver the news, just refused the cookie. A couple of others told him, "You can take that cookie and shove it up your ass."
So that means that topics I was ready to write about (clionona's seven questions, Patrick Fitzgerald retiring, how the Bain Capital ads are backfiring on Obama) will have to wait until Monday at the earliest, the only thing I will have time for is birthday greetings. So please don't think I'm ignoring anyone, it may take me time to catch up on other blog entries and such. Sorry, but something's gonna have to give this weekend. I just hope we catch up enough that I can have my weekends back after this.