I'm physically tired, sure, but most of my tired is inside my skull.
March 28th, 2016
As I mentioned yesterday, my overtime has dried up, and it has done so somewhat abruptly. I could have stretched it out a bit longer, but it seemed like a good idea (at the time, at least) to condense it all into last week, what with there being a paid holiday involved. As I also mentioned a few days back, I get paid for said holiday whether or not I work, but if I work, I get paid more.
A lot more. So I piled eighty three and a half hours into a single work week last week, which will give me a mammoth paycheck. Probably about four times my usual, in fact. The only problem is that I am completely burned out. I'm flailing around aimlessly, doing my darndest to avoid passing out at my bench, particularly since I'm stuck doing weaksauce busywork as my own tasks have stalled.
I would've finished the Thing I was building over the weekend, but I was shorted parts. Furthermore, the thing I was going to work on today is stuck in receiving, as the company that our company sent my work out to be coated screwed up the job. While the powers that be decide if they're salvageable or not, I was given a great big pile of stuff that needs cleaned before it can ship today.
I was actually going to bail out at ten in the morning, as I needed a half day to secure that glorious holiday pay I was going on about, but now I have to spend hours cleaning various noxious substances off a bunch of things that they want to cash in on for the end of the quarter. Even if it's not the last day of March, yet, I guess today is the last day that counts for this arbitrary period.
So here I sit, deliriously scrubbing things. Scrub scrub scrub. It's a living, I guess.
As for the flashlights, well, I just wanted to share that picture of Red Beast and Blue Beast making sweet, sweet photonic love.