Overtime Overload

So in the true Christmas spirit, I feel the need to buy way to many things for baby bean that she doesn't need.

Which it turn means that I think I'm made of money. For those who want to know...I'm not made of money. So this leads me to my favorite topic. Overtime.

Yes I know as I have so been informed this week and that I should just be lucky that there is the option for me to work said overtime. I know that it is, and I know once I get that paycheck I'm going to be very happy that I have it, but until that point I just want to scream. For those of you who don't know I usually work a 7 hour and 45 minute work day. Which is pretty standard, and yet I sometimes still feel like my work is consuming me. Well this week I have been working 12 hour day's to grab that extra OT. 12 hours of sitting at my desk is making for a very cranky me. I'm sure that Gary is less then please when I come home and all I want to do is nothing, but I do still find the time to make sure that dinner is done and that Baby Bean gets some Mommy time.

I am thinking that I will try and pull come OT next week too, so watch out world. I'm not sure if society can handle that. Lets be honest at least I'm not on the phone this week... otherwise those customer's could be in for BIG trouble. No really though, I know that in the end I'm going to be glad that I'm here, but today I just wish I was home on my couch.