What? Overtime? 8 hours? Ok....

In the spirit of keeping busy, I was asked to help with the mentor program at Pinnacle this week. I accepted, and then was asked to work a few hours in the morning before mentoring started.
Overtime pay is time and a half. So, naturally, I accepted. Money is money.
I had Friday off, but Kathleen wanted me to mentor on Friday too...I'd already picked up about 5 hours of overtime so working Friday would mean getting Saturday off.
Not so much. They really wanted me to work Saturday too...so they approved 3 more hours of overtime. Bringing me to 8 hours.
Well I'm kind of stupid. This is a lot of work. 9 1/2 hours a day is kind of crazy.
Oh and I'm going crazy too, just in case you wondering.
I check the mailbox even when I KNOW there's not going to be anything there. This is really pathetic.

Bernieres Got it Right.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. - Captain Corelli's Mandolin

The Sky Explodes

I have a lot of awesome to share this week. Because I got 3 letters, bought a bunch of cute clothes, and really feel like I need to share an awesome song with you folks.
It's called Avada Kedavra by The Age of Rockets. Yes they must be huge Harry Potter fans.

Well you're not brave if you still keep the letters,
And you're not sane if you don't wanna get better
And you're not drunk if you can't stay in your lane, no.

Well you're not awake, but you haven't been sleeping
And you hate God but you don't believe in him.
And you're not scared but you still have your eyes closed.

The sky explodes and only you know.
The sky explodes and only you know.

Well it's not fixed if you love it broken,
and your cell phone is at the bottom of the ocean.
And you're not drunk if you can't stay in your lane, no.

Well you're not brave if you're naked and the lane shifts,
you're not lost but you're missing your exit.
And you're not scared but you still have your eyes closed.

I want you to worry when I don't call you back.

They sky explodes and only you know.

Listen to the song here.