Before I left we had been on mandatory 10 hour days. After I got back, I found that had changed to mandatory 11 hour days. 6:00 am to 5:30 pm. Oh, and 8 hours on Saturday, 8 hours on Sunday. This past week I physically worked 71 hours. I expect to get one hell of a paycheck this week, but God, I am soooo tired.
With the 45 minute drive to and from work, you can see that I haven't had much time for anything but get up, go to work, come home, eat supper, go to bed. I haven't even touched the computer here at home for over a week.
Two more weeks until the Go-live on our new computer system at work, and I have this morbid feeling that it should be called Go-dead because this is killing us. Everyone is tired and cranky. Arguments pop up over the silliest things. Mistakes are being made. Bad mistakes.
It has become the general consensus at the plant that we are going to fail in a really big way, and that corporate it going to use that as the excuse to close our site. What's really bad is that some people are hoping it's true.
Oh, well. Enough of the venting. I feel a little better. I really should make the effort to post every night, even if it is just bitching about work.
I did get a chapter on one of my stories done while I was in Knoxville. It was an assignment for the fund. I promised the person that I wouldn't post it anywhere else for a week, but since that time has past, I'm going to post it to lj now.
Now I just have to find the disk it's on.