All About Nothing

Never under any circumstances agree to do any overtime, unless it's double time.  I forgot what doing a twelve hour shift does to me.  I've been home two hours and I'm still seeing ISBN numbers each time I blink.  Gah!

It's all good.  Really, it's all good.

 I was there and I'm officially here now.  Hopefully, this time round, it'll last a little longer than three months.  Who knows, maybe I might manage a whole year of this username before I get bored of it as well.  It's occasions like this when I sometimes wonder if I should just get a proper credit card - I could have just changed my name with a paid account - but then I remember what I'm actually like when it comes to impulse buys, and I remember it's a very good thing that I don't have one. A very, very good thing.

Had a really busy day today.  Campaign changeovers are always hellish, I've got a million tiny paper cuts underneath my nails and they're stinging like crazy.  I can barely type - not that's unusual when it comes to me, but you know.

It would've been nice to have an extra pair of hands helping me out when I was trying to do a million things at once, but I suppose that would have been like asking for a pot of gold or another five weeks of holiday.  *Sigh*