For the past two days, I worked at least 12 to 13 hours a day. It’s not so bad when I compare it to the glory days at school. During school, a few of us were working 18 to 20 hours a day for at least 4 days. Now, I’m getting paid, I can expense food and a cab and I can still squeeze in 6 to 8 hours of sleep. This is the first crunch time I worked since moving to San Fran and it’s awesome not having to worry about a commute. I worked a 13 hour day today and had more time to spend with Kate versus when I worked 9 hours and had to commute. I’m just putting things into perspective.
Plus, being a work demon helped me numb a few things going on with some personal things. But all seems well with my Lolo.