I love my job. I like the work I do, and the reasons behind what we do. I like my boss 4 days out of 5, which is a bonus. What I do not like is my hours!!

When I worked in Bermuda I worked 9-5 with an hour and a quarter for lunch. That was a blissful 33.25hrs per week.

I now average upward of 50hrs a week. Imagine how unimpressed with that I am.
For example, Yesterday I started at 9am and finished at 9.45pm.

The day before I stared at 9am and finished at 10pm.

The day before that I started at 8.45am and finished at 10pm.

The day before that was easier. I started at 9am and finished at 7pm.

Oh, and I never take a lunch break.

Let’s not forget travel time, which averages out to 35 minutes door to door, each way. That’s if I time it right for the Metro. If not, it’s about 45 minutes.

So, I am laying in bed, knowing that if I want to be on time, I should have gotten my fat, lazy ass out of bed a good half hour ago, as I need to be leaving any moment for the Metro. Instead, I am typing up a blog post moaning about my hours. I figure that with three 12hr days behind me, I can be a little late.

That said, the later I arrive, the later I will leave.

Damn it…. Best get moving then!!!