The time is now 1.03 am, and I'm now sitting in front of my office workstation waiting for the god-damn stock tags to finish printing. The stock tags are to be used tomorrow, well considering the time, today actually; for the year-end inventory cycle count, thus the last minute nut-job.
Hell no, I'm no workaholic; I'd give the world to be in my bed now dreaming about something pleasant in Pleasantville.
Last night, I mean the day before yesterday I was toiling my ass until 3 am to finish some year-end reports, and now I'm stuck at office unable to go back until the jacked-up printer takes its own sweet time to conclude its task. All this lack of sleep is gonna get to me soon, and considerin the fact I ain't as healthy as a horse, things will be taking a turn for the worse pretty soon.
I'm sleepy, tired and on top of that, a lil' hungry. I'm now considering the option of slumping straight into my bed when I get home, only if I don't fall asleep in the car 1st.
This is not your everyday Tony Redgrave speaking, this is a man who's PO'ed about where he's at right now; and he's got nothing to do but to bitch about it on his blog.
The time is 1.28 am, and still the printer is taking it's bloody sweet time to print the tags. "This is the longest working day of my life" **digital clock starts countdown ala 24**