It is finished...

Pre-Easter 2009 craziness at work, that is. We have a new front end manager at work, and he's considerably more of a stickler about hours than "the Major" was: he was really insistent that we all work the four days leading up to Easter, which I wasn't really a fan of doing, thanks to my well-documented neurological issues, and the usual craziness at the holidays. I managed to work out a compromise, and I only worked yesterday and today, besides Monday and Tuesday. Which meant I just pulled in a twenty-hour work week with a brain that can really handle only five hour shifts three or four days a week. If I sound a little ragged and if there are any typos in this entry, this is why: my hands feel like someone's been hitting them repeatedly with boxes of cereal, because that's what's been happening to them, and my brain feels like it's wrapped in cotton wool with shards of glass embedded in it.

More in the next entry, which I decided to save for those whom I really trust...