Y3 D162

Someone here is going to die. I spent an hour yesterday getting yelled at by the client because at 11-12 hours a day 'we're not working enough'. Forget about the fact that I also have 2 hours of commuting a day and it's really 14 hours a day I am giving this place. Seriously, they want us to work this weekend and spend next week in a hotel around the corner so we can give them 14-15 hour days in the office. Fuck. You. What really happens if this project slips? Does someone die? Does the world come to an end? Honestly is there someone on life support right now sitting in a hospital going 'If only I can hang on until I see the revenue scorecard report!'. Um, no. Fuck. You. If I get the same disrespect and attitude today, I am calling my bosses and telling them to pull me from this project consequences be dammed. People should not have to be treated this way or expected to give up their lives for something that really doesn't fucking matter. ESPECIALLY when the client won't make any condescensions in allowing us to work remotely. They have a fucking office WALKING distance from my house but they won't let me work there. I would HAPPILY give you 12+ hours a day in that office because then I could still have a life and get some fucking sleep.

Got home and grabbed chicken for me and the kid. I was way too tired to even think about cooking. We sat around watching an episode of Buffy. She got a phone call from one of the stores she applied at recently. She has an interview tonight. TGF had dance last night and called me around 10:40. I was real snappy and bitchy with her. I hope she understands. I love her, but right now I can't stay up until 11:30 or 12 just to talk to her on the phone. She can sleep in the mornings, I can't. I was up at 4:30 this morning just to get in here by 6:30. We talked for about 10-15 minutes because I just wasn't awake enough. I had gone to bed at 9:30 and was in that I just fell asleep mode where I was half paying attention and just being grouchy. Let's see today how she handled it.

That's my day -- 14 out 24 hours given to a client, 5 spent sleeping if I am lucky, the few remaining going to taking care of things around the house, TGF, and the kid. F.M.L.