What the f**k am I doing?
I was up from 9 AM Saturday to 2 PM Monday with only two hrs of crappy sleep, two real meals, and a handful of junk food that based on quantity would barely measure as a meal. By now you’ve have probably assumed it was worked based, and it was. During that stint I worked 24 straight hours before taking a unfulfilling 6 hour break where I thought of nothing but work only to go back for another 12 hour stint.
Needless to say shit went to hell in a hand basket and I probably can’t go into more detail than that. But it wasn’t my fault, and my fellow KOP coworkers and I swooped in to save the day. We are nothing but fucking janitors, cleaning up other people’s messes, which is evidently clear now.
I got on a scale this evening and I've lost ten pounds since Saturday morning, that can’t be healthy…