Now I know what it must feel like for an unemployed person to be asked to report to work on a Tuesday or Wednesday. The sanctity of my weekend is no more. March Madness viewing parties went out the window. Watching "Duplicity" with a hot girl went out the window. Hanging out with my newfound Danish friend went out the window. Everything that could have been great about this weekend was not.
Instead I had to work a bunch of overtime and put myself on the verge of being bumped up to a higher tax bracket if I can stay employed throughout year's end. Woe is me.